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yeonzzzn · 9 months ago

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I'm in a spooky vibe rn and I've been thinking about one of the enha members (hyung line) with a scream mask ( y'know from the movie sjshsj) about to m*rder reader but idk they get turned on and both got freaky 🫦

fffuuuuccccckkkk anon your brain is 😍 love this idea so much (fun fact scream is my favorite slasher movie and I even have a ghost face tattoo) I hope this is exactly what you’re looking for🤭 it’s funny because I also main ghost face in dead by daylight so when I saw this request I got SOOOO happy ~ I also made this a lot longer than I expected to but oops🤭🤭

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chill & kill: sim jaeyun

part one of chilling & killing 🔪 | spotify playlist

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 6.4k

You sit up on the couch, eyes widening as you grab the TV remote and turn up the volume.

“The mysterious ghost face kill strikes again, killing two more college students in the library this morning. The bodies were discovered by…”

You quickly shot to your feet, grabbing your jacket and camera and slipping your feet into your boots tying them quickly as you slipped out your dorm door.

You never were so happy to live on campus as you ran from the dorm building and across campus to the library. Students surrounded the main entrance and you pushed your way through finally seeing the inside of the library.

“Hey!” a police officer yelled at you when you slipped under the caution tape, “You can’t be back here!”

You eyed him, pulling out your student journaling ID, “I have every right to be here.”

The officer tried to protest, but you kept your stride, making your way to the bodies ignoring the yelling officer behind you.

The closer you got, the more the smell of blood filled your senses, making your skin crawl. Your journaling partner was already on the scene, standing at the edge of the other caution tape marking off the two bodies.

You stood beside him, your heart sinking as you took in the bodies of the two females lying dead in front of you. They were just freshmen. Barely made it into college and fully started their lives.

From what you could see, they were stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen. One of their necks was slit, and the other looked like they were stabbed through their throat. They suffered, for sure.

“Who found them?” you asked him, taking your eyes off the dead bodies and turning to your partner. He had one arm crossed over his chest and gripped his elbow as his other arm was reached up and fingers gripping his chin.

He slowly tilted his head to look at you, streaks of his black hair fell into his eyes, “Funny enough,” he sighs, “Sunghoon and myself.”

You completely turned your whole body to him, “That’s why you’re here before me?! Jake, what happened?!”

Jake chucked, “You're more worried that I was here before you?” you narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed again, completely wrapping his arms over his chest, looking back at the bodies. You could have sworn you saw a sparkle glint in his eyes. Jake has always been excited to be on the scene, same as you. But he enjoyed it a little bit more than you. He’ll make one damn good detective one day for sure, “Wanted to check out a book and saw the door already unlocked for the campus not even fully being opened yet. And that's when we found the bodies.”

“Where is Sunghoon now?” you asked, looking around the library, spotting him with the librarian and being questioned by a detective.

You went to walk over, to ask him questions, but Jake stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you towards him, his arm wrapping around over your chest, “Don’t question him, he’s really shaken up,” You wanted to protest, only for Jake to squeeze you tightly against him, your back pressing further into his chest, “Please, YN, he’s my best friend. I’ll take care of it. I promise.”

You sigh and nod. Letting Jake take the lead with this one.

But you still had a job to do. So you pulled out your camera, taking a few photos. Once you finished with the photos, you pulled your journal from your back pocket, asked Jake a few questions, and took his account down then turned back to the bodies and took your own notes.

You circled the area, taking in every inch and piece of information you could. Jotting down everything in your little notebook.

Jake kept his eyes on you, watching you do your thing. His eyes sparkled more the longer his eyes lingered on you. He eventually dropped his gaze and went back to looking at his best friend, watching as he sat at one of the tables, knees pressed to his chest and hands curled into his hair. The small smile Jake had fell at the sight of his best friend and—

“Jake!” You called for him, bringing his attention back to you, “I think I found something.”

“Oh?” He walks over to you and kneels down on the floor beside you, your camera resting on your knees as you point your finger toward one of the dead girls, “What am I looking at honey?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, “Under her body, there’s a black glove,” you looked at Jake. His jaw clenched tightly, “The killer must have accidentally lost it, dropped it, or whatever. Maybe she fought them or something. I don’t know. But I want to figure it out.”

You took a few close-up photos of the glove and turned back around to show Jake, noticing a scratch mark sliding down the left side of his neck. You hadn’t seen it before since you were standing on his right side, but it looked deep and irritated, “What happened there?” You reached up to touch it, but he grabbed your hand quickly and set it down at your side.

“Hoon and I were wrestling earlier at our apartment and I hit the side of our entertainment center, I am fine.”

You thinned your lips into a line, boys will be boys you guess. Their apartment was a lot smaller than the dorms on campus, they must have been fucking around at a good spot to have knocked Jake into their entertainment center.

Eventually, the police shooed you and Jake off the scene. Forcing you two to head to the journaling office. You printed off the photos you took and made copies of your notes, passing them to Jake.

You glanced at the clock, it was now ten thirty am and classes would be resuming like normal, so you and Jake went your separate ways.

Jake was still new to being a journalist. You were a club of two, consisting of just you and another girl who helped write the articles for you while you took care of the rest. She wrote her own things, mostly on the sports or other small crimes that happen on campus, but with the ghost face killer making his rounds, you took up the role of this case with her helping on the side. At first, you took it all on yourself, but as the body count started piling up, you needed the help. So you let her help and put out an application for an extra set of hands, which Jake answered.

You’ve seen him around campus before he joined you. Was born and raised in this town. Being the town's sweetheart and golden puppy boy. You did some research on him before allowing him into your club, can’t have the killer join you, right?

He was the captain of his soccer team in middle and high school. Has taken his school’s team to the championships multiple times and was the heartthrob of the school. He donated to charity when he could and volunteered at the police station on the weekends in hopes of landing a good detective job there after graduation. He was the whole definition of a straight-A good boy student. Perfect for your team. He became your partner and you taught him everything you knew. When Jake joined, the body count from this ghost face killer was only three. But with the two bodies that were found today, it was now at fifteen.

In between your classes, you found yourself back at the club office, pinning the new photos to the corkboard in the back of the room, wrapping red string between the pushpins and possible suspects. After staring at the corkboard for what felt like hours, the other female club member came in and you helped her write the article. Give her your notes and advising as she writes.

Jake popped in and out of the office as well, brainstorming with you about the suspects and the time of events that happened. You both spun in circles that led to nowhere. You ask Jake again about speaking to Sunghoon, and he shoots you down, “Give him some time. I’ll get the police report soon and it’ll help, I am sure.”

A week has gone by since the murder in the library. You ended up shifting the corkboard from the office and into the corner of your kitchen, using the fluorescent light of the kitchen bulbs to light the board more. You leaned against the back of your couch, it being the furthest you could step away from the board. Biting at your nails as your eyes scanned every murder case. Every newspaper article and police report on the board.

Nothing made sense. Nothing connected. Whoever this killer was, they were good. Covered their tracks without so much as a piece of hair at any scene of their crimes. Until the glove.

You ran your hands into your long hair, scratching at the back of your head. You needed that police report that Jake still has yet to give you. Needed to speak to Sunghoon. There were missing pieces and those two things were important. You looked over to the clock above the kitchen sink. It was almost one thirty in the morning. But you still got up and slid into your sneakers, pulled your jacket on, and bounced out the door.

Finding yourself in front of Jake and Sunghoon’s front door, knocking loudly. There was no answer. So you did the next best thing and called Jake’s cell phone.

There was some shuffling on the other end of the door and a groan. The door opened and you find a half-awake Jake before you, his hair a mess and spreading in every direction, wearing a plain white tee shirt and a pair of black and blue checkered boxers, “YN,” he sleepily growled and then yawned, “It’s almost two am, what is it?”

“Can I have the police report?”

Jake blinked at you, “Huh?”

You crossed your arms, “The police report. Can I have it?”

Jake let out another yawn, “It’s at the school, in the office.”

Of course, it was. And the campus is closed and if you get caught sneaking in just to get a piece of paper…You sigh, “Thanks anyway,” you softly say, and turn around to walk down the stairs but stop, “Can I talk to Sunghoon?”

Jake scoffs, leaning against the doorframe, “It’s almost two am,” he repeats, “Why are you out here so late? There’s a literal killer running around here.”

You knew that. And still took that risk to come out here. The killer had to be a student at your college. Every murder had been college kids. It had to be another student. That’s what made being out here so dangerous.

“I know,” you shrugged, “But I can’t stand by and do nothing.”

Jake frowned, “You know you’re allowed to actually be a college student right? Live a normal life too?” you shrugged again, and he just scoffed again, “YN, go home and rest. Let the detectives with actual badges handle it. We can only do so much.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Let me speak to Sunghoon.”

Jake stands his ground, “No. Go. Home. Before you get yourself killed.”

You roll your eyes, “See you tomorrow then.”

Jake mimicked your words and watched as you walked down the steps before walking back inside and going back to sleep.

You didn’t understand why Jake was so against you speaking to Sunghoon. Maybe he was being protective? Sunghoon didn’t look the best after finding the bodies. He was probably so shaken up. But it only made you want to speak to him more. And that need only grew more when you noticed Sunghoon’s car wasn’t in its normal parking spot beside Jake’s.

Meaning he wasn’t home.

You’ve respected Jake’s wishes on not to talk to Sunghoon, but this matter was getting serious and Sunghoon just might be the big break you needed. So you quickly walked off the apartment complex, glancing back to make sure Jake was outside, and pulled your phone from your pocket as you kept walking and dialed a number.

“Hello?”

“Sunghoon, where are you right now?”

—

You found him atop the bleachers of the soccer field just like he said he would be. A soccer ball sat between his feet, grass scuff marks were at the ends of his jeans, and sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows and sweat dripped down the side of his face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he came here to kick the ball around. Probably as a distraction.

You sat down beside him, “How are you holding up?”

Sunghoon scoffs, “Holding up as in a week ago I found two dead bodies in the middle of the library or holding up because I’ve been questioned left and right by everyone or my best friend/roommate has smothered me to stay home and take time.”

You felt bad for him, mostly for what you’re about to ask him. He wanted to obviously forget what he saw, who could blame him? It takes special people to see a dead body and not be fazed by it.

“I’m sorry for asking you to do this again…”

Sunghoon just shrugs, “If I am being honest, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now.”

You raised your brow, “Yeah?”

He nodded, “Jake was against it,” he took a deep breath, “Something was off that day…with him.”

“What do you mean?” You placed a hand on his knee, “You can tell me anything. Start with the beginning.”

Sunghoon looked you in your eyes, then looked off into the distance at the field, “He told me that morning he was meeting our coach, for a one-on-one coaching session. At first, I didn’t think anything about it, being he was a soccer prodigy or whatever.” You nodded, remembering how much of the soccer star Jake was back in high school, “So you could probably understand my surprise when I got a call from our coach saying he tried to get ahold of Jake and then he confirmed with me that they did in fact not have a meeting that day.”

You sat back against the bleacher seat behind you, staring off onto the field, letting the gears in your brain slowly turn, waiting for Sunghoon to continue.

“I got scared, rushing out of the apartment and searching everywhere for him. Scared and thinking I was going to find my best friend murdered somewhere, ya know?” You understood, with this killer on the loose everyone was watching their backs and afraid. Who would be next? Who is next? “But I found him, lingering around the library building, digging through his soccer duffle bag. My heart almost stopped when I saw him…alive,” he took a deep breath, “So I confronted him, and he played it off that he did have a practice, but was with his coach from high school.”

You looked back at him, to read his face. Seeing how pale his skin was becoming, “I believed him at first, thinking maybe I misheard that morning. So we started walking back, but he kept digging through the duffle bag, looking frantic. He wasn’t acting himself. Said something about needing to go to the library, about finding a book or something, and then took off. But I followed after him. I didn’t want to leave him alone, not with ghost face running around. But when I got to the library, I…couldn’t find him. I saw him go through the back door instead of the front. But once I walked in and noticed all the doors were already unlocked…then I found the bodies.”

You squeezed his knee, “It’s okay.”

He nodded, swallowing and looking down at the soccer ball, “I smelt the blood first and then noticed their bodies. And then…then there were footsteps behind me and I knew that I was next. But the library walked in through the front entrance and started screaming, her eyes darting to me, saying we did it. I turned around to see Jake standing behind me. His skin was pale and sweaty. Eyes wide as he stared back at me and then at the bodies and the librarian. He’s never been surprised to see the bodies. He’s been working with you for over half a year. So when I saw the look on his face…the surprise that was there.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Sunghoon kept going, “The weirdest thing is his duffle bag was missing from his shoulder,” Sunghoon scoffs, “How did it just disappear.” It was a good question. A very good one. “He hasn’t been the same since then.”

You tried to lighten the mood, “Maybe you knocked something loose in his head when the two of you wrestled the other day.” Sunghoon gave you a confused look, “You know? He said you two got too close to your TV stand and he got scuffed up by the edge of it. Making a scratch on his neck,” you pointed to the right side, tracing a finger down the side of your neck to mimic where Jake has his slowly fading scar now, “It’s right here.”

Sunghoon raised a brow, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We haven’t wrestled inside the apartment.” Your smile faded. Sunghoon’s phone started vibrating and he pulled it from his pocket, seeing Jake’s caller ID on the screen, “Guess he noticed I wasn’t home.” Sunghoon locked his phone, ignoring the call, “I haven’t been telling him when I’ve left the apartment. So I better prepare myself with a talk when I get back.” He stood up and started walking down the bleachers, “Thank you for listening to me, I don’t want to suspect my best friend, and it probably isn’t even him. He’s just weird, I guess.”

You watched as he disappeared before standing up and finally finding yourself back at your dorm and in bed. Replaying Sunghoon’s story over and over, trying to piece it all together. It still didn’t make sense. None of it did. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you from texting Jake, asking him to meet you at your dorm as soon as he could tomorrow, and him responding he had soccer practice but would be here right after.

—

“You should really keep your front door locked, YN, there’s a killer out there.” Jake teased you as he made himself at home, dropping his duffle bag into a chair at your kitchen table, his eyes going to the corkboard, “Make any progress yet?”

You stared down at the duffle bag quickly before looking up at him, then back to the board, “No I haven’t. I left my door unlocked on purpose. Knew you’d be coming here.”

Jake smiled at you and stood beside you at the back of your couch, looking at the board, “We’ll catch him, don’t worry honey.”

You glanced at him slightly, your heart winced at the nickname he’d given you. You looked to his neck, seeing the scratch still healing but faded, being nothing more than a pink line.

Jake looked down at you, giving a smile, “Can I freshen up in your bathroom? I bet I don’t smell the greatest from practice.”

You scrunch your nose, “Yes, please. You smell.”

Jake just rolls his eyes playfully and slides his hand up and down your back quickly before leaving your side, “I’m stealing your deodorant.”

You waited until you saw him turn the corner and heard the bathroom door close and lock before slowly walking to his duffle bag.

You didn’t want to suspect Jake anymore than Sunghoon did. But his story last night didn’t add up. No part of it did. Jake’s actions didn’t add up. Jake’s story he gave you didn’t match Sunghoon’s or the librarian's. None of the pieces were adding up no matter how much you tried to force the pieces together.

You looked down the hallway, then back at the bag, and slowly unzipped it, your hand flying to your mouth quickly to stop any noise from coming out. You took a couple of deep breaths and continued looking into the bag.

The police report you asked for along with the glove from the scene of the crime was in the bag in a ziplock bag. Along with the other matching glove and the ghost face mask and the black suit. You pulled the mask out of the bag with shaky hands. Why did Jake have these items? You knew. You knew why and still tried to find another explanation. But after seeing the contents of his bag…the pieces of the puzzle fit. Everything clicked and made sense.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to go through people’s things, honey?” before you could move, a knife was pressed to your neck and his other arm was wrapped around your waist, “I expected better from you than to snoop around.”

Jake’s hot breath was hitting your ear, sending chills down your spine. Any doubts you had were now out the window. Jake is ghost face. Jake is the killer.

“Keeping secrets is very rude too,” you retorted back, dropping the mask back into his bag, “But I figured you already knew that I found out, hint why you leave your bag so easily for me to look through.”

Jake chuckles, squeezing his arm around you and pressing the knife further against your skin, “Can’t get anything past you, can I?”

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head at the movement of him brushing the side of his face to yours.

“Why did I do it?” he nuzzled his nose on the shell of your ear, “You’ll need to be specific, honey.”

You swallowed, “Everything.”

Jake chuckles again, “Because it’s fun.” It was such a simple yet spine-chilling answer, “You think I played this fucking good boy persona because I actually wanted to? No, no. I had to play that persona. To hide my secret. This is all a game to me, YN.”

“It’s why you joined our club,” you swallowed again, “To make it harder for us to figure you out.”

Jake shrugs, gently biting at the shell of your ear then rubbing his nose against it again, “I thought it would add to the fun, honestly. Yeah having an inside made it so much easier. It covered my tracks well. Until you started picking up on every. Fucking. Thing.” he hissed, tightening his grip, “You made it harder to cover up my tracks. Picking apart every smallest thing with each murder. I was lucky you didn’t suspect me, that was until you started poking your nose more into my business, you don’t think I didn’t know you tore the office apart looking for the police report before coming to my apartment? That you talked to Sunghoon even after I told you not to?”

“You have our phones and the office bugged,” this should surprise you, but it doesn’t. It made sense.

He pressed his lips to your ear, “Smart girl. Think I wouldn’t bug your phone? Or my best friends?”

“Jake, you were going to kill him, weren’t you.”

Another low chuckle, “Yes,” your body stilled, feeling cold, “It would have been a pity, really, to kill off my best friend all because he also stuck his nose where he shouldn’t have.”

You looked down at his bag, seeing the bag gloved, “You went back to the library for the glove, you fucked up.”

He growled in your ear, “Shut up! That bitch fought me instead of taking it. I didn’t even realize my glove was gone until after I murdered them both and fled the scene. That’s when Sunghoon showed up. I knew I had to go back and find where the fuck my glove went before someone else did. I didn’t know he was following me until I went to go back and check the bodies after tearing apart the other side of the library and saw him standing there. I quietly set my bag in one of the reading rooms and locked the door, slipping my knife into the back of my jeans. Preparing myself to kill my best friend.”

“All to keep your fucking secret,” you snapped at him, his hands on your body getting tighter.

“Watch it, honey,” he hissed, “You do have a knife to your throat right now.”

“She fought you right? Probably knocked off your mask too. She saw your face, and you acted quickly and sliced her throat. Not before she left her own scratch on your neck.”

Jake nodded, a wide smile on his face, “Nothing gets past you. You’d make a great detective someday, honey.”

You needed to turn him in. Needed to get out of here and turn him in before he could kill anyone else. Fifteen. He’s murdered fifteen people. Probably more before he took up the ghost face mantle.

Jake pressed his chest to your back, “You know,” he whispers, “I’ve dreamed about doing this with you, my knife to your throat,” he rocked his hips against your ass, “It’s so fucking hot.”

It was now or never. You tilted your head to the side, taking the skin of his forearm between your teeth and biting hard.

“Fuck!” he shouted, his hand flexing and dropping the knife to the floor and his grip on you loosening.

You pushed him back with your back and sent him falling to his ass. You barely made it two steps away from him before both of his hands were on your ankles, tripping you to the floor and pulling you towards him.

You kicked your legs but not getting out of his strong grip. Jake worked fast to flip you over onto your back, his hands now at your wrists and holding them up and above your hand, pinning them to the floor. He straddled you, locking his legs around yours to keep you from wiggling them.

“Stop fighting me!” he growled, using all his weight to pin you to the floor.

You stopped, chest rising and falling as you stared up at his beautiful killing face.

He held your wrists down with one hand and reached for his knife with the other, chuckling as he once again held the knife to your throat, “You look so pretty like this baby, all underneath me like this.”

Jake was so turned on by this. He’s only dreamed of having you pinned underneath him with his favorite weapon against your skin. Dreamed what you’d sound and look like. This passed his expectations. It went even further than that. His cock twitched in his pants seeing the look of anger all over your face.

“You get horny every time you kill someone?” you spat out at him, the fire in your eyes burning.

Jake cocked his head, “You’re not afraid of me?”

“Why would I be afraid of a horn dog who likes killing people?”

Jake laughs, adjusting his legs from yours, using his knees to spread your legs apart, sliding himself between them, “Baby, you’re the only one I’ve ever got horny over. The others were just killings to kill. But you? You do something to me.”

From the moment Jake first saw you on campus he wanted to be buried balls deep in your cunt. Wanted to fuck you so hard as he softly made cuts on your arms to watch you bleed as your moans of pain and pleasure filled his ear holes. Wanted to cum so deep within you and make you his.

He had more than just joined the club to hide his killings as his reason. He wanted to get closer to you, get to know you. Then kill you after he got his dick wet. But what he didn’t expect was you figuring him out so soon. His plans got pushed up. He wanted you afraid of him as he killed you. He didn’t expect you to look at him with fury, so unafraid.

Jake leaned down, being inches away from your face, the knife pressing harder against your neck, “You get me so hard,” he rocked his hips between you, his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt. You tried to not whimper, to keep your firm face, but the effect he was having on you down south was obvious. He wasn’t stupid, you knew that.

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been crushing on Jake since he walked into the club for the first time. How couldn’t you? He was perfect. Still was as he sat atop you with a knife to your neck.

You relaxed your body, “If you’re going to kill me, then do it.”

Jake smiled, “Want me to?” He released your hands from his grip and slid the knife from your neck and down to your shirt, his free hand looping his fingers at the collar, using the knife to cut a line, tearing the fabric and exposing your laced bra and skin. Jake tucked his lip between his teeth. Fuck you looked so much better than what you did in his dreams. So much better than he imagined. He slid the tip of the knife down your chest, rounding it around your breast and down your sternum, “Where should I start?” He placed both hands at the sides of your head and bent down, lips brushing against yours, “Tell me, baby.”

You lifted your head, connecting your lips to his. Taking in the taste of his cherry chapstick and the softness of his lips. He rocked his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth, “Start by taking the rest of my clothes off.”

He laughs against your lips and then pulls away, setting the knife down at your side to pull his famous white tee shirt off his body, “Yeah?” you nodded, eyes darting to his bare chest and abs, “So fucking dirty,” he cooed, “Should have known you were into killers.”

You sat up on your elbows, ready to reach for the button of his jeans, but found the knife back in his hand and the tip pointing at your chest, “Lay back down, baby, no need to be so impatient.”

His free hand touched your shoulder and gently pressed you back to the floor. You kept your eyes on him as he unbuttoned his jeans, the knife still in hand as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers, leaving him bare to you.

You watched as he took his length between his fingers, slowly pumping himself, him biting his lips. You were growing too impatient. Needing to feel him against you, in you, “Jake,”

“Shhh, honey,” he whispers, dropping his hands to your shorts, “I know.”

The cool metal of the knife brushed your skin as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. Goosebumps formed on your skin and making Jake chuckle, enjoying this more than he’d thought, “You love the way my knife feels against you?” He tossed your clothing somewhere off into the void of the room, settling himself back between your legs, his tip prodding your entrance, “love the way it feels to glide against your skin?” He sent the knife sliding up your tummy, his hips pushing his cock in your pussy, slowly stretching you.

Jake bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He hissed out in pure pleasure of finally being buried so deep inside you, the pleasure of how fucking good you felt wrapped around him, “fuck baby,” he smiles, sliding the knife to your waist, wanting to cut open your skin and see how pretty your blood would look pooling out, “feel so good and I’m not even moving.”

You bucked your hips up against him, wanting to feel any kind of friction. Jake drops the knife to the floor, his hands pinning your arms above your head again, “I told you to stop being so impatient.”

“Jae, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist, “I need you.”

Hearing you beg for him had him gone and all he cared about now was fucking you. To make you feel so good until you’re cumming around his dick.

Jake started out slow, burying his face in your neck, “Why aren’t you afraid, hmm? I could kill you right now.”

You leaned into him, squeezing your legs tighter on him to push him even further into you, “Because I have secrets of my own.”

Jake chuckled, bucking his hips harder and faster into yours, his lips pressing to yours. Tongue sliding down your throat and exploring your mouth. One hand leaving yours to cup your breast, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, “Tell me your secrets.”

“You already seem to know them all, stalker,” you hissed, throwing your head back against the floor at him pinching your nipple harder in the same movement of him pushing his dick hard against your cervix, pressing so hard to break whatever barrier that was stopping him from completely filling you whole as his hip bones knocked against yours.

“Tell me anyway,” he whispers between kisses, now sliding his mouth down to your ear, licking the shell of it, “I don’t know what you haven’t texted or physically talked about.”

“I have feelings for you,” you felt insane saying it out loud. Felt crazy that you even admitted it to him. To the person who was fucking you into pure bliss. To a murderer, “I’m obsessed with you, Jake.”

Jake bit down into your neck, both of his hands sliding underneath you to wrap at your shoulders, fucking his hips against you faster. His teeth sank into your skin tearing it slightly, a small sprinkle of blood escaping.

“Fuckkkk,” he moans, tasting the brassy liquid on his tongue, “Even your blood tastes good.”

He was fucking crazy. You knew he was. But everything about him drew you to him. Made you want him more.

And him hearing how obsessed you were with him made him even crazier about you.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, “Letting me fuck you like this, looking so pretty for me this way.” He bucked his hips faster, adjusting his legs on the floor to spread yours even wider, giving him more access to hit your weak spots and to hit them just right.

You pulled at his hair, “Jake!” you moaned out his name, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, “I’m going…fuck…I’m going to cum.”

“Please,” he groaned, “Cum for me baby,” he sticks his tongue out, flattening it against the bite he left on your shoulder, licking up the new blood that pooled out, “fucking cum around my cock for me, honey.”

A few more thrusts and you came around him. Tingles spread throughout your body at the feeling of your release. Jake moans at feeling the mess you’ve made on his cock, him working his dick faster in your cunt to chase out the release he wants. The one he’s dreamed about having with you. His hand only did so much for him with his thoughts while back at his apartment. But now he was balls deep in your sweet pussy, having you right where he wanted you.

“Gonna cum soon,” he panted, hands squeezing your shoulders, “fuck I want to cum in this cunt so bad.”

You pulled at his hair harder, the overstimulation hitting you hard, “Jae, I can’t—“

“I know, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours, his brows furrowing and eyes shut tightly, “Going to fill this pussy to the brim, understand? This pussy is mine.”

Jake pressed a kiss to your lips and lifted up, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest, pistoning into you faster but sloppy, “Shit,” he hissed, “Fixing to cum—fuck—I’m cumming, honey, I’m cum—“ one final thrust, and his white ropes spilled into you. He pressed his hips against you and held them there, making sure every last drop of his cum made it deep within, none to be wasted.

“Fuck,” he cursed, slowly lifting himself back up and dropping your legs back to the floor, “Sex with you was so much better than in my head. I only dreamt how good this pussy would feel. How good it’d feel to cum in you.”

Jake was definitely more obsessed with you than you were with him. And he honestly didn’t care how obvious it was.

“Fuck I am in love with you.” he chuckles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

You tilted your head to the side, seeing the knife sitting there idle. Jake clocked where your eyes landed, but he wasn’t fast enough as you quickly grabbed it, being the one who now held the knife to his throat, the fire in your eyes back.

Jake might have just came, but his dick twitched and hardened again between the walls of your fuck hole. His crazy smile is so wide and his eyes so lustful. Seeing you so ready to end him right here and now made him crazier. Made him crave you even more.

He wouldn’t kill you now. No, no. How could he kill the love of his life? How could he slide that knife into your skin and cut you open? You were precious to him, more than what he thought before. Maybe the sex drew him in, but you weren’t getting away from him that easily.

“Awe, babe,” he cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and slowly removing the knife from your hand, “This is how this will go now,” he tossed the knife across the room and out of reach, pinning your arms back to the floor, slowly rocking his hips, “You will keep your fucking mouth shut, got it? Close this ghost face case and if anyone asks you don’t know anything about it. Give it up. All for me, okay baby?”

You nodded, not being able to say no to those brown eyes. It was toxic, whatever relationship you just found yourself in. You became that girl in books and movies who fell for the killer. It surprises you at how fast you were willing to drop everything for him. To keep his secret.

He kisses you gently and fucked you on the floor until you both came again and again and again.

What did you get yourself into?

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megwritesriddles · 3 months ago

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Sweeter Than Fiction ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F! Reader / You

Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 7 - Queening / Face-sitting. Spencer meets Reader when she starts working at his local library and he's quickly in over his head. After he goes snooping for information on her online, he finds out a dirty little secret, she writes fanfiction.

Tags: Face-sitting, Oral sex (f receiving), Fantasies, Masturbation, Pining, Friends to lovers, Love confessions, Sub!Spencer, Autistic!Spencer (implied ig?), Both Spencer and Reader are NERDS, Set somewhere between seasons 1-3.

Word count: 4.6k

Read it on ao3! | Masterlist

Authors note: Surprise!! I changed a couple things on my kinktober due to lack of inspiration so here's an unexpected extra Spencer fic!! This is soooo long and the plot is so self-indulgent and ughhh but he eats you out so...!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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Spencer had never felt like this before, he hadn’t really had the chance to. Crushes had never really been his thing, having been significantly younger than his peers all throughout his education and being staunchly focused on his career ever since. He had physical attractions here and there, like an occasional reminder that he really was just a fallible human man as much as anyone else, but never any true feelings, nothing he ever wanted to try to pursue in a serious way. It wasn’t simple for him like it was for someone like Morgan, in many senses of the word. Not only was he just not socially skilled enough to pursue relationships, whether casual or otherwise, with any success, he also had a large set of difficulties that he would carry into any relationship. He was quite touch averse, not that he didn’t desperately crave it all the same, which could easily cause issues in any physical relationship. He also had a lot of emotional baggage, from his mother, from his job, from his bullying. He felt a mess emotionally and didn’t see the point in trying to bring in another person to see the mess in all its glory. So he kept to himself. He wasn’t completely without experience, but every experience he’d had was marred with difficulty and complication, none of it ever lasted. He was reasonably content to keep to himself.

Until he met you. He’d been visiting the library nearest his apartment since he moved to D.C. for work. One day he walked in and you were sitting behind the desk, all bright-eyed and excited. The attraction to you had been immediate, he’d found you to be beautiful, he liked the way you dressed, and he liked your sweet voice as you spoke to the customer in front of you. He thought it would end there, that he would silently find you attractive from afar but remained more focused on other things. Cursed to stammer nervously at you whenever you scanned his books, but never say more than necessary. For a long time, that’s all it was, until he was taking out a book that, unbeknownst to him, was a big favourite of yours.

“Oh my goodness, my favourite” you chuckle as you pick up the book from his pile. “This book is amazing, you’ll love it, I’m sure,” you smile brightly as you scan it onto his card. His fingers twitch where he rests them on the edge of the wooden counter. He hadn’t been prepared to talk to you, but it’s nicer than most things that catch him unprepared.

“Y-yeah? Uh… great,” he swallows, drumming his fingers on the counter as you scan the rest of his books, mostly textbooks.

“Well, if you have any taste that is,” you tease. He laughs back stiffly, his mouth feeling dry.

“I uh… like to think I do…” he smiles awkwardly.

“You’ll have to tell me what you thought of it,” you hand him the books and his brain blanks for a moment. You’re inviting him to speak to you some other time, to have an actual conversation. He moves jerkily, taking the books from you and packing them into his satchel. You smile kindly and wave to him as he leaves. “See you soon,”

The way his mind is spinning from that simple conversation, he knows that this is something different. He collapses onto a bench outside the library, taking a deep breath. Why is his heart racing? Is this what butterflies feel like? He rubs a hand through his hair, messing it up. When the anxiety fades away, he’s left with a warm feeling in his chest. You want to speak to him again. He flips open his satchel and pulls out the book you’d said was your favourite. It’s classic literature, something he’s been meaning to read for a long time now, but has somehow never gotten around to. He devours the book in mere minutes, thanks to his impressive reading speed. It’s an amazingly compelling tale, with feminist undertones that were ahead of their time and he feels he understands you just a little better by knowing you like this book. He packs it back into his satchel and stands, heading back into the library. The queue to your desk is a few people long, but he joins it anyway, fiddling with the strap of his bag. You don’t make much small talk with the people in front of him in the line, making it feel all the more special that you’d spoken to him. He reaches the front and you smile, but tilt your head in confusion.

“Forget something?”

“The book was great,” he blurts, and you look even more confused.

“What?”

“The book, the one you said was your favourite, it was phenomenal, and surprisingly progressive for its time! Having those sorts of sentiments about a woman's role in a marriage in the 18th century, while seeming slightly archaic by today's standards, must have caused quite a stir at the time, especially coming from a female author. British law in 1764 actually suggested that women–” he doesn’t realise he’s rambling until you cut him off.

“Hold on, you read it already?” you look disbelieving. He smiles sheepishly. “I only lent it to you, what?” you glance at the clock on your desktop screen. “15 minutes ago,”

“I can read very fast,” he mumbles, looking at the scuff on the toe of his shoe for a moment. You giggle.

“Yeah, clearly,” you study his face. He goes quiet, eyes flickering over the small decorations you had scattered across your desk as a means of personalising your space. “You were saying?” you prompted softly. He looked up at you in wonder, no one had ever requested he resumes an info dump, usually, he was told to shut up and looked weird, but you seemed to wait with genuine interest. Perhaps that was the moment that he was well and truly done for. He steps aside so that the person behind him in the line can get their books scanned. He talks at you for almost a whole hour, getting lost in tangent after tangent as you work. You occasionally pipe in to ask a question or make a comment, but you seem happy to listen. Suddenly, your already beautiful appearance becomes more like that of an angel or a goddess to him. He’s never wanted something so bad in his life. He leaves the library after you excuse yourself for your lunch break. Once he gets home, he sits down on his couch, smiling dopily. Then, it slowly dawns on him that he’d just stood there and rattled on about various topics that he had no clue if you even had any interest in. He buries his face in his hands and groans. Has he already ruined things with the first person he’s ever felt anything genuine for? It was bound to happen eventually, but this soon? He goes to bed miserable that night.

Fortunately, his misery had been for nothing. The next time he visits the library, you’re there, all smiles at him like usual. When he comes to return his previous book haul (yes, maybe he hasn’t used the returns box since you started working here, what of it?), you greet him, asking if he has any more facts for you. At first, he thinks you’re mocking him, but the genuine smile you give tells him otherwise. He scrambles through his mind for something interesting to tell you, feeling less than a genius at this moment. He settles to ask what your favourite animal is, then spends the next several minutes telling you all the nichest information about that animal he could think of. This time, you start to talk too, though instead of spewing facts, you’re telling him personal anecdotes, or about new books the library has got in. The next several times he comes in, you end up talking for long periods of time. You never interrupt him when he rambles and in return he allows you to ramble too, not bothered by the slightest if he has to listen to you for hours. He’d do it happily. Things escalate over time, and he realises the two of you have truly become friends. The thought excites him, as he is closer to the object of his affection, but also because he doesn’t have all that many friends outside of his work. With you, he has somebody to talk books with, and that means the world to him. You text daily, though they’re not particularly long conversations, just whenever something comes up that you think might interest the other. You’d originally given him your email address and he’d explained that he didn’t use email. He felt completely silly, but you’d just shrugged it off and given him your number. Despite that, he still keeps the piece of paper onto which you scrawled your email address, tacked up by his seldom used computer. Just in case.

The team at the BAU tease him relentlessly when they find out about the ‘sweet girl from the library’ that he texts everyday. Any hint of him interacting with a woman, they latch onto like rabid wolves, but when the texts from you keep popping up on his phone now and then for weeks, they absolutely won’t leave it alone. They all know he likes you, even if he’s been very careful to not reveal this fact and they tease him about it. He’s just glad you’re never there to hear it, as he might just die from the embarrassment. One week, while staying back from a case due to a mild cold, he sits in Garcia’s office and watches her work while he does his own. She had insisted he come keep her company, and he hadn’t quite dared to tell her no. He’s scribbling down some notes about the latest crime scene photos they’ve been sent through when Garcia receives a call. It’s Morgan, asking her to run a check on an email address that may potentially belong to an unsub, to see what kind of accounts can be linked to it, and if there’s anything untoward and potentially warrant-worthy. He watches over her shoulder as she types the email address into a program, which spits back out several accounts all over the internet. He rolls his chair over, watching curiously.

“How do you do that? Is it for FBI stuff only?” he asks nervously, twirling a pen around in his fingers. Garcia laughs and glances over her shoulder.

“No, you can find programs to do this in various places online,” she answers, highlighting accounts of potential interest. He nods, still watching over her shoulder, working his lip between his teeth. He tries to convince himself that he’s not going to do it, even as he asks Garcia to write him down one of these websites. She gives him a knowing look but obliges. He keeps telling himself he won’t do it, and that it’s creepy as he gets the train home, but as soon as he’s in his apartment, he heads for his computer and boots it up. He searches up the site that Garcia recommended and tells himself one last time that he isn’t going to do it, before copying your email address into the search field and hitting enter. He waits as the website loads the results, glancing at the door to his apartment as if you’re going to burst in and tell him off. Oh, how he wishes you’d be in his apartment one day, or he at yours. He’s never really wanted to share a space before, but lately, everything he does he imagines what it would be like to have you there. Your arms around him as he cooks, your head on his lap as he watches TV, your body against his in the bed. The website finishes its search and he takes a deep breath, investigating the results. There are various common social media websites, accounts with academic journals (which he appreciates you for), and a couple of other sites he doesn’t recognise. He clicks on the first and furrows his brows. Fanfiction? He supposes that you are a voracious reader like he is, and you mentioned liking to write, but never admitting to what you wrote. This was it then, was it? Your secret writing? It wasn’t that secret, the account was registered in your name, all the works listed being for books and media that you talked about often. You had quite a decent following, at least in his eyes, you were no celebrity, but you had a decent collection of comments and likes.

He starts to read, beginning with your most popular piece. He digests it in moments, his cheeks burning bright. It was pure pornography. Well not purely, there was quite a well-woven storyline behind it, but the focus was undoubtedly the filthy sex scenes. He loosens his tie, feeling hot. He double and triple checks that this is definitely your account, but it clearly is. He’s feeling a little disbelieving, you had just always seemed so innocent to him, but he supposed the two of you had never discussed sex in any way. Spencer would have combusted if it had ever come up. He inhales the rest of your work, getting unreasonably hard in his slacks as he reads. He’s impressed by the skill of your writing, but more than anything, by how delicious your imagination is. It’s like you’ve plucked every fantasy he’s ever allowed himself to have out of his brain and written it up with beautiful flowery language. He doesn’t know half of the characters that you’ve written for, but it doesn’t matter to him, as he imagines the two of you in their places and it works perfectly. Almost like it was written with the two of you in mind. He discards that thought, but not before noticing that you’ve been writing a lot more in the past few months you’ve known each other. He notices how many of your stories centre around a more submissive male, a favourite trope of yours seeming to be having the female partner sit on their face. He imagines you sitting on his face and groans aloud, having to palm his bulge through his slacks. He imagines you’d be like the protagonists in your stories, dominating but kind. He reaches into his slacks to stroke himself, not something he does often, but something that has certainly been more frequent lately. His eyes skim a passage of one of your stories as he tugs at himself, picturing your face between the words. He cums harder than he thinks he ever has because this feels that much closer to the real thing. Once he’s done, he sits catching his breath, staring at the mess on his hand and stomach. He thinks he should feel ashamed, but he’s still aroused, terribly so. He wishes he could show you what you do to him. Before he can stop himself, his aroused brain much less intelligent than he usually is, he makes an account on the site with his name and leaves a comment on your most recent work.

“This was the hottest thing I’ve ever read,”

He sends it and sits back, wiping the rest of the residue off his stomach. As the haze of arousal lifts, he realises what he’s done. Panicking, he tries to delete the comment, but there’s no option to. He swallows, taking a deep breath. It’ll be okay, he tells himself, if she ever notices, I’ll pretend I was just being sarcastic, teasing her for writing this kind of thing, not genuinely rocked by it. However, his phone is already ringing. It’s you. You never call. You couldn’t have seen the comment already, could you? He seriously debates not answering, even as he’s desperate to hear your voice. Against his better judgment, he picks up the phone.

“Am I speaking to SpencerReid1981?” you chuckle over the phone, your voice teasing as you recite his username. His plans to pretend he was mocking you go out the window the second you talk. He can tell you have one over him by the confident tone in your voice. You’ve had one over him since the day you first met.

“Y-yeah,” he relents, seeing no way out of this now. What would the chances be of another Spencer Reid born in 1981 having commented on your fanfiction? If he wasn’t so nervous and lingeringly aroused, he could’ve told you. He decides to just be earnest. “You’re a really good writer,”

“How did you even find me on there?” you scoff, laughing gently. He blushes, glad you can’t see it.

“You don’t want to know,” he mumbles. There’s a moment of silence.

“So… you found it hot, huh? What part?” he chokes slightly on his spit, going bright red, you can probably tell, even through the phone.

“Don’t make me say it,” he squeaks. You hum softly on the other end.

“Oh come on… you started all this,” you coax. He’s silent for another beat, you hear his laboured breaths on the phone.

“The- when- when she uh… sat on his face,” he stutters out. You smirk.

“Really?” you stretch out the last syllable in a playful manner. “You a big giver then?” you say it to tease him, expecting him to sputter and deny it, to beg to change the subject, but he doesn’t.

“I– I would be for you,” you both go silent, you in shock and him in fear of your reaction. You’re dumbfounded that he would ever be so direct with you. It’s been clear to you for a while that he has a thing for you, you’ve caught his lingering looks on your lips or your thighs, the way you’re able to fluster him, but you’d assumed he’d dance around it forever. He’d just essentially admitted, leaving it hanging in the air.

“Come over,” you answer simply, hanging up the phone before he can ask questions or change his mind. Spencer feels completely dumbstruck by your words. Come over? His legs are carrying him to his door before he can think about it. He grabs his bag and his coat and hurries to his car. He’s never driven so fast in his life, he’s only been at your place once, to drop you off after your work, but the way there is memorised like the back of his hand anyway. He worries in the back of his mind that he may get a speeding ticket, but any fine is worth it for you. He’s sprinting up the stairs of your apartment building, his long frame moving nimbler than ever before. He reaches your apartment and knocks at the door.

You answer the door, dressed in some loungewear and he suddenly realises how real this all is. He stands there staring, unable to do anything else, even as you greet him and tell him to come in. You have to take his arm and pull him inside, your hand on his arm lighting him on fire. But he’s shy again, he needs you to take control of this because he has no clue what he’s doing here. He’s never done something like this before, and he's never been so reckless. Did he even lock the door when he left home? You look so beautiful that everything could be stolen from him and he wouldn’t bat a lash. He fidgets, looking anywhere but your eyes. You’re talking to him but he can’t figure out what you’re saying, his brain feeling like mush. He tries his best to pick out some words from the pleasing hum of your voice. You’re saying something about your bedroom. He connects the dots when you start to pull his arm.

“Wha- wait, what are we doing?” he asks, his voice shaking. You freeze, tilting your head.

“What do you mean what are we doing?”

“I mean– uh– I wasn’t really– are we…?” he stammers, his fingers fidgeting.

“Don’t you want this?” you frown, worrying you’d misread this somehow, even though he’d come rushing over here. He stares at you, eyebrow twitching. You move closer, gently smoothing your hand up his arm. He closes his eyes, losing himself in it.

“Yeah,” he breathes, even though he’s not entirely sure what he’s agreeing to. Whatever it is, if it’s preceded by you touching him like this, it must be good. He follows you like a puppy as you guide him to your bedroom. You place your hands on his chest and he whines, somewhere deep in his throat. The feeling is just so overwhelming in all the best ways. His eyes are wide staring down into yours as your fingers twist, gripping his sweater vest. You lean up, touching your lips to his and he’s whining again. He kisses back, his hands finding your hips, hovering. Your hands are raking through his hair.

“Lie on the bed for me,” you mumble between kisses. He shivers.

“Are you going to sit on my face?” he asks bluntly, needing to know if he’s getting what he’s been thinking about non-stop since earlier this evening, probably even before that. You chuckle at his candour, he’s always been like this and it’s endearing that he’s no different in this situation.

“That’s the idea,” you grin, tilting your head to the side to press closer as you kiss him. He shuffles toward the bed and you push him back to lie down, disconnecting your lips to pull his sweater vest off. He looks up at you pleadingly until you lean down to kiss him again. You straddle his stomach, his hands lie awkwardly at his sides. His breathing is erratic and his fingers fiddle nervously with the material of your sheets. “You okay?” you ask between slow wet kisses.

“Just nervous… I don’t– I can’t disappoint you and I– I don’t really have a lot of experience here,” he admits, his lips pressing needily against yours between words.

“It’ll be fine, I’ll take care of you,” you promise, he nods against you. Even he’s surprised by how much he trusts you. You pull back, watching as he stares up at you, his eyes practically black. He’s panting heavily. You pull your shirt over your head, feeling his hips buck under you as your breasts come into view. He’d always known every inch of you would be perfect for him, and he was right. He was a genius after all. You move just enough to shed your pyjama pants, taking your underwear with them. You stuff your panties into Spencer’s slack pocket with a wink. He takes a shaky breath.

“Thank you,” he exhales, eyes drinking you in. You giggle, shuffling up to straddle his chest. He swallows loudly, his mouth watering from the little glimpse he can get, craning his neck. “I’m so… glad we’re doing this,” he whispers. You chuckle again at his behaviour. You stroke his hair gently and his eyes flutter. He usually hated unexpected touch, but everything you did was blissful.

“Ready?” you ask softly. He nods, eyes fluttering back open, determined to get a glimpse of you that he can commit to memory.

You lift up and shuffle yourself over top of his face. He gasps like he’s just seen God. You, spread open above him, glistening with want. He grips tightly at the sheets, trying to keep himself grounded as the heady smell of you fills his nose. He leans up and places a gentle, experimental kiss on your folds, whining as he does so. You hum softly, leaning forward to brace yourself against the headboard. Puffs of breath wash over your core for a moment, before Spencer leans up, flattening his tongue and laving it against you, up and down, slow and steady. You can tell he’s still finding his way, so you let yourself enjoy the gentle pleasure. You sigh encouragingly as he gets acquainted with the area, exploring it with the tip of his tongue. Never in a million years would he have guessed that you tasted so good. Though he was new at this, he knew anatomy well and knew the spots he’d be looking for. His tongue finds what he assumes to be your clit and he gives it a soft kiss, feeling your hips gently buck. Success. He swirls his tongue carefully around it, not wanting to overwhelm you. Your sighs increase in volume. Spencer takes a chance, lifting his hands and wrapping them around your thighs, pulling you down so you’re more seated on his face. You gasp slightly and he smiles, eagerly returning to his work. His tongue laps at you hungrily, getting into a rhythm. He breathes through his nose, not wanting to stop what he’s doing for even a moment. The taste of you gets stronger and stronger against his tongue as you approach your peak steadily. He groans at the taste. Your hand snakes down into his hair, gripping his long locks to keep yourself anchored. You moan above him, your head lolled forward against the headboard. As he starts to focus his tongue more pointedly on your clit, flicking gently like he read to do in a book once, your hips rut slightly.

“Suck it,” you pant. He doesn’t register your words for a moment but when he does, he happily complies. His lips close around the little nub and he sucks carefully. Your hand tightens in his hair and you wail in pleasure. You grind yourself down onto his face as he suckles at you gently. You both know what’s coming and while Spencer is thrilled he could get you there, he almost doesn’t want it to end. It’s as if you read his mind. “Don’t stop,” you whine, your eyes squeezed shut, nails digging slightly into his scalp. He pulls you closer to his face, focusing all his efforts. He switches fumblingly between licks and sucks, but it seems to be working nonetheless as you become louder and louder. “Oh! Spencer!” you cry out, your whole body shuddering. He almost comes in his pants at the sound of it. “Ooooh!” you wail, reaching your peak. Your body tenses and then releases, going limp with bliss. His lips stop moving and he stares up at you, waiting for your next move. “Oh, that was amazing Spencer,” you sigh, sluggishly moving down his body until your faces are level. He licks his lips, gazing at you adoringly. You reach up to wipe his wet chin with a small smile.

“I was okay, then?” he chuckles nervously, his hand coming to your waist, a little unsure.

“What do you think, genius?” you tease, kissing his temple. He sighs and flutters his eyes closed. Everything had happened so fast, he wasn’t sure what this meant for the two of you and your friendship, so blinded by lust when he got over here. But you were kissing down his jaw and neck, not indicating that you were kicking him out, and he felt a little better for it. He notices that your lips are straying quite low, over his chest and stomach through his shirt. His eyes flutter open and his breath hitches as he sees you gazing seductively up at him.

“Wha–?” he stammers as you start to unbuckle his belt.

“Returning the favour,” you smile, pressing kisses where his shirt had ridden up. He moans softly, his brain starting to turn to mush once more.

“God, I love you,” he gasps. You both go still for a moment as his words sink in. He can’t believe he just said that, especially right now, with your head hovering over his crotch, even if he desperately means it. He opens his mouth to try and fix this but you beat him to it. You press a kiss just below his belly button.

“I love you too,”

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xoxoxo

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zooone · 5 months ago

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NEW FRIEND REQUEST FROM: SATORU GOJO ?!

in which ?! - your annoying neighbor messes up your study plans. and it just so happens that the rich boy next to you in class is also annoying. when you fail a test one day, he's there to help.

words ?! - 4.5k

warnings and content ?! - fluff, swearing, a couple of tiny innuendos if you squint, satoru is a BITCH!, you have a bit of a mental breakdown, 2010 au, satoru calls reader "sweets", no curses au

an ?! - WE ARE SOOOO BACK!!!! its been a year since ive written, and this one was definitely quite the warm up but im so excited to be back ^w^ thanks to @melancholiaincarnate for beta reading!!!

masterlist ?!

she bounced her leg. she looked around. she took a whiff of her candle. she flipped a page.

anything, anything to void the terribly loud sounds of the tv next door.

what an absolutely prime time to be watching tv at max volume, at 11 pm the day before a crucial test. it was terrible. and worse of all, it sounded like digimon. who the fuck watches digimon in college?

it sounded like he had people over too, and though she could only hear a couple voices, they were loud as hell.

turning back to her work, she put her palms against her temples. none of it made sense. none of it. everything always made sense to her. and this pissed her off.

"oh come on!" she could hear through the walls, a man with a whiny voice. watching digimon. rather than her notes, all she could think of was how immature her neighbor was.

she took her textbook, slamming it against the thin walls so hard she thought there'd be a hole. then she'd really have to hear them.

the other side grew quiet, all except for a "whoooooopsie daisy" from the same whiny voice.

was he 13?

meanwhile, the three lounged on the couch. popcorn was spilled all over the floor (due to satoru's inability to sit still), but they all knew that satoru would have to be the one to ultimately clean it. it was his place, after all.

"maybe you should turn the tv down," suguru sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"no way! this is the best part of the episode!" satoru whined, gesturing a hand to the thick tv.

"you say that about every scene. just turn it down before your neighbor sends a noise complaint."

"psh. no way dude. she'd never." he snorts, laying back on the couch. manspreading. like two other people aren't next to him.

shoko chimes in, "what, do you know her or something?"

"nah, no clue what she looks like. but i hear those informational tv shows coming from her dorm every once in a while." he shakes his head like its funny. "anyone who watches those kinds of things won't have the balls to tattle."

"what, as opposed to tough guys like you who watch digimon in college?" suguru scoffs. his legs are actually together like a gentleman. wether or not that was due to the lack of space.

"exactly." and satoru yawns with a frown. he's gotten in trouble with his neighbors so many times that he didn't care anymore. he probably should've been kicked out, but instead they moved him around. which is why he was here now. tv blasting digimon right next to his studying classmate.

the same classmate who'll come to school looking like a tornado flew by, dropping her books down on the desk with a hefty sigh like they weighed as much as her.

"sheesh. you look like a mess." satoru chimes, gazing her figure up and down slowly behind his tinted glasses. however, she could sense his bright eyes without even having to look. "rough night, huh? what's the guy's name?"

"shut up," she scowls, knocking his arm out from behind her chair. he lets out a small pout.

"ouch. that hurt." he shakes his hand, pretending to soothe the pain of his imaginary bruise. "i was just asking a genuine question."

"i wasn't with anyone, satoru, i was studying." she sighs, picking at the skin on her lips. a bad habit she's had since she was little.

"lame." he whined, stretching the 'a' out.

"we have a test today!"

"oh, do we? shucks."

of course satoru gojo didn't have to study. of course satoru gojo spent his night with a woman (probably). of course satoru gojo yawned when the test was being passed out. because he didn't need to study. he was one of the many, many people who was able to get into the college because of status and money. the direct counterpart of her.

she got in through scholarships and grades after having come from a lesser background. she worked hard to be there, unlike satoru and the rest of the school. everyone around her had a stench of expensive cologne. thank goodness for uniforms, otherwise her lower status would be immediately revealed.

not like it wasn't obvious already. everyone was already in their own separate group, leaving her in the dust. which is why she allowed satoru gojo to bother her in class. without him, the only time she would talk was to answer questions.

she was so lost in thought she didn't realize she was staring at him.

"what, d'ya need the answers or something?" satoru giggled in a whisper. the smirk on his face was absolutely unbelievable.

she knitted her eyebrows, turning herself towards her paper. "n-no, just thinking."

"all that studying just for you to think. what a shame."

even through his fucking whisper she could hear the cockiness in his voice. it was so natural for him to just think of things to piss her off. if there wasn't a test, she would be imagining all the ways she would kill satoru gojo.

he was so smug. too smug. and even after the test is over, he would still be,

outright smug.

he stretched his legs out over the desk, shoe almost touching her pencil. his shoe alone probably costed more than she makes in a year. "that was pretty easy, huh?"

no, no it wasn't.

"yeah, for sure." she lied through her teeth. no. she wanted to take her pencil and gouge her eyes out. she wanted to rip all her hair off and eat it. satoru better have been lying.

"i don't get why you studied so much. that was easy as hell." he pouted, twirling his pencil in his hands like it was a graceful ribbon. "besides, why were you studying that late?"

"because i actually care about my grades!" she argued, scowling at him through narrow eyes. she wanted nothing more than to pass that test and slap the stupid grin off his face.

"i know that," he whined. "i meant why were you studying late?"

"i-i don't follow."

satoru laughed, muttering something under his breath about how clueless she was before shaking his head. "i mean, you're a good girl. you don't go out, you have a list and schedule for everything, you make sure you get tons of sleep. so what was wrong with last night?"

what?

was he being nice? and how did he catch all that?

she faltered from responding for a little bit, waiting for the usual punchline to hit. but it never did. he just sat there, genuinely asking.

"u-uh, my neighbor." she spoke slowly, as if anticipating his snarky reply. nothing. "for some reason he thinks its funny to watch digimon on full blast at night."

satoru's eyes widened before he let out a guilty chuckle. she didn't understand what was so humorous to him, but he could make a joke out of anything.

"oh," he giggled. "what an idiot, heh."

"yeah." she looked at him skeptically. no punchline yet. but he looked like he knew something she didn't. surely (hopefully) it wasn't the answers to that test.

later that night, she would go to her dorm, bringing out her keys labeled "365". she pushed the door open and dove face first into her couch. curling up against one of her throw pillows, she lazily grabbed the remote.

looks like it'll be another informational tv show tonight. just something to fill the room and make things seem less lonely. sometimes she envied her loud, annoying neighbor because at least he had friends to be loud with. and she was simply just lonely.

the sounds of the tv show bounced off the walls of her empty dorm. there was a bit of furniture, but definitely not the stuff that she'd dreamed about ever since she was little. this was her dream college, something that motivated her ever since she had the realization she could pick any college throughout the whole world. but,

picking and dreaming was easy. earning the right to go there was not.

one of the terms of her scholarships was to keep up her good grades. and although that was a habit of hers throughout the years, the burnout was reaching her. slowly but surely,

until it all crashed down.

she hadn't even noticed she was crying until she realized the dark tear stains on the throw pillow. the tv show still played, something about some sort of rare animal in its habitat, but she paid no mind. it was just noise to drown out her tears.

she would end up falling asleep on the couch. waking up the next morning, late due to her phone's alarm being buried and muffled in her bag.

and for the second time in a row, she would come to class looking like a mess. an utter mess.

"woah girl," satoru spoke, putting his hands up in a sort of surrender as she slammed her belongings down. "you okay?

she wasn't prepared for this. for the tests to be handed back, for satoru's annoying fucking voice, none of it.

"im fine, satoru!" it accidentally came out worse than intended.

"bad sleep again?" he asked, with genuine worry and confusion in his tone. he wasn't even watching tv that night.

"its none of your business." she set her head down, tears already beginning to swell in her eyes. no. not here, not now, please.

instead of a reply, satoru put his hand on her back. he didn't force it, he did it slow enough to the point that she could shake his hand off if she wanted to. but she didn't. she stayed still.

he took that as permission to pat her back, and his touch surprisingly gentle. in any other circumstance she would be flipping out, screaming right at his face to leave her alone (despite wanting the opposite), but that didn't happen. she welcomed his touch,

his strangely familiar, natural touch.

as if on cue, the papers were passed back. and satoru's face scrunched up when he saw multiple red marks bleed through to the other side of her paper.

"hey, maybe you should-" but it was too late. she lifted her head, turning the paper over and,

she failed.

and suddenly the dam holding her raging emotions had fully, fully cracked. all she could do was cry.

the red marks immediately bled throughout the paper as her tears weakened into the test. she crumpled it in her hands, feeling her nails pierce through the paper and into her palms- crescent shaped marks going through both of them.

and the worst part? she looked up. she looked up at satoru's flawless paper and saw he passed.

he passed.

she failed.

he swallowed his saliva, feeling his mouth go dry. a juxtaposition to her drenched paper. "hey, i - you-"

"i know-" she sniffled, "excuse me."

and even through shameful tears, she still showed manners. she stood up and left the classroom. she didn't know where she was going at all. she just wanted to leave.

leave the building, leave the school.

but her legs betrayed her, buckling underneath her as her lungs tried to catch up to her. it felt like her insides were scratching out her throat. and as if on perfect arrival, satoru tried to catch her.

key word; tried.

the sheer force of her fall made him tumble back as well, and she ended up on top of him. and on complete instinct, she curled up in his arms.

"oh, sweets - 's okay -"

"its not - its not -" she repeated, through heaving breaths.

but he wrapped his arms around her as tight as he could, rocking back and forth on the gross school floor as if a mother rocking a child. he pressed her ear right against his heart, where she heard a soft drumbeat. something to fill the space.

"its all okay, sweets. its all okay." he whispered, careful not to startle her. "y'hear me?"

"y-yeah-"

"no, d'you hear my heartbeat? listen." and she did, absentmindedly copying his deep breaths. her lips tingled with how dry her mouth was, but she was now able to think.

she was tired. she was just so immensely tired. she nearly fell asleep in his arms with his heartbeat.

"thats it, sweets, thats it." he looked down, sweeping hair from her heavy eyes. he wiped a tear from her cheek.

"i-i messed up your uniform -" was all she could say, being in the arms of the last person she expected. even through tears, all she could think of was the expensive uniform.

"thats okay. i have plenty more."

of course. of course, satoru gojo could just buy a new uniform. of course satoru gojo just had to be smart and rich. he didn't have to study at all. and he still did better-

"whatcha thinking about?" he snapped her from her thoughts. and looking up at his hypnotizing blue eyes, she couldn't feel any more rage in her system. she was tired.

"nothing." she wiped another tear, sadly laughing at how pathetic she felt.

"how about we take a little walk?" he smiled, his canines showing.

on the other hand, she frowned. "what about th-the lesson?"

"oh, nonsense, sweets." he laughed with such confidence. but his voice lacked a mocking tone to it. "y'already know all of it. i'm sure. you're a smart girl."

and before she could sit and ponder that, he stood up. he lifted her up with such ease, adding a little "upsie daisy" to his action. in fact, he did it with such force that she crashed into his chest.

"easy, girl," he giggled softly, looking at her with such tenderness (despite lifting her like a feather). she glared up at him. "there she is. c'mon, lets go."

their "little walk" would turn into a walk around the entire city. she barely had both the time and energy to have a big long walk, but satoru made it possible.

"oh jeez, walk fast, walk fast," he giggled, a hand on her back as he speed-walked past multiple stores.

"what, do you get nervous around kfc or something?" she found it hard to walk at his rate, her legs still a little wobbly and her eyes still puffy. but she smiled.

"what? nah.. why would i be.." he pouted. at this time, she would be sitting on her couch with an informational tv show playing. but now, she was sleepily smiling alongside satoru gojo. who knew.

"i don't know, maybe you're scared of colonel sanders." she snickered. the thought of it was funny.

"y-yeah. totally."

they had passed multiple stores, the lights in them illuminating the night. she had refrained from window shopping too much, as she knew she wouldn't be able to afford any of it. but one of them was just irresistible.

"look at that dress," she whispered. and even though it was to herself, satoru saw the stars in her eyes as she gazed at it through the window. by the time she could look back at him, he was already in the store, smiling and gesturing at her to follow.

and she did, reluctantly.

"this one?" he picked up the dress from the hanger, taking a look at the fabric and pattern to it. "it is pretty. you have good taste, sweets."

her face went oddly warm at that one.

"and its perfect in time for fall," he continued analyzing the dress, putting it up to her body trying to imagine how she'd look. "go try it on."

"w-what? but -" she tried to grab the dress to look at the price tag. "how much -"

"c'mon, less talking and more changing!" he put his hand on her back again, leading her towards the changing rooms. a smile rested on his face like it was his default. "hey, could'ya do me a favor, sweets?"

"yeah, whats up?" she looked at the dress in her hands. and he slowly, slowly leaned down towards her, his breath close to her neck. it sent dangerous shivers down her spine.

"don't look at the price tag, alright? thats my only rule, heh."

she did as told, entering the changing room and avoiding the price hesitantly. part of her instincts wanted to check, but she refrained.

god, had she really cried that hard? her eyes were still red and puffy and her lips were still slightly plump. she didn't know how she managed to make it throughout the whole city without being judged by everyone. maybe she could blame it on allergies if someone asked.

yet, she turned around and looked into the mirror with the dress on.

the dress' color complimented her features perfectly, making it look like she was glowing as if she hadn't previously cried her eyes out. it was the perfect shape for her figure, but most importantly, it brought a smile to her face. a smile that hadn't shown itself since the college acceptance letter came in the mail.

she burst through the changing room, instantly getting satoru's (who was mindlessly scrolling on facebook) attention.

"oh my-" and the words were stolen from his lips, making satoru gojo speechless for the first time ever. she marked it down in her head as a famous moment in history. "you - you look -"

"its so pretty, satoru!" she smiled, spinning around to see the ruffles of the dress flow with her movements. "and look! its got pockets!"

"its perfect, sweets." he looked at her with lidded eyes, a goofy smile on his face. not the sort of smile that would make her want to slap him, but the kind of smile that made her warm. "but did you follow my rule?"

"yes, i did not look at all." she couldn't keep the smile off her face. fluttering her hands in the pockets of the dress.

"perfect." he grinned. and when she went to go put her uniform back on, her smile faded. she knew she had to put it back on the shelf.

she exited the fitting room, a longing frown on her face. yet, satoru still beamed. "alright, you ready? lets go pay up."

"what?" and he was already towards the cash registers. "but - i don't have-"

"relax, sweets, i got it." he pulled out his card, waving it in the air like it was the key to the pearly gates.

"no - satoru - you don't have to -"

"i said, i got it." he playfully, yet dramatically, rolled his eyes. he was already walking up to one of the registers, somehow with the dress in his hands. did he take it sometime when she wasn't looking?

"thank you, sir." he nodded to the cashier, bag in hand. it happened so fast, too fast for her to comprehend.

and her face was red with shame as they walked out.

"you didn't have to do all that!" she elbowed him. he even insisted on carrying the bag as well.

"oh my, i walk you around the city and buy you something and that's my thanks?" he whined, his bottom lip peaking out to taunt her.

"i didn't ask you to!-"

"im joking," he straightened up again, laughing a the look on her face. "its all on me, i promise. you owe me nothing."

"thats - thats not fair to you, though!" she yelled, a frown on her reddened face. again, it was just allergies.

“so?” he shrugged. it was fair to him. he spent a little bit (a lot) and he got to see the smile on her face. that was fine by him. “i don’t care.”

she didn’t have a response for him. she just continued walking, only a hazy silence separating them. it wasn’t like the silence in her dorm- it was warm and welcoming. perhaps it was the fogginess in her head as sleepiness was slowly overcoming her. but no matter what it was, she felt safe with him.

all she muttered was, “thank you, satoru.” under her breath. and he chuckled.

her breaths were starting to get more shallow, as her strides shortened. “you feel tired?”

she was so tired. she’s been tired,

but she didn’t want this to end just yet.

“could we - uh,” she mentally cringed at herself. what was she doing? “can we go to your place?”

“huh?” he smiled, and it didn’t look like a single thought was behind his eyes. she didn’t want to have to repeat herself. “i mean- sure, if you’re okay with it.”

she didn’t want to do anything, and he knew that. but with the way he slung his arm across her shoulder, she felt a sudden buzzing throughout her joints. she rested her head on his chest as her legs essentially dragged behind her.

“our - my buildings close by. it won’t be long, sweets.” he giggled, and all she could do was nod her heavy head.

the next thing she knew, he was carrying her bridal style in the elevator. the bumps of the elevator car felt oddly familiar, but she was too tired to process all of it. he carried her so tenderly, humming softly as the doors opened. the low vibrations in his chest were a gentle lullaby.

after struggling and stumbling a little, he brought out his keys labeled “367” and he chuckled softly. opening the door, he let out a soft breath. popcorn kernels still cluttered the floor, some smooshed, but he still smiled at the amount of decorations around.

he laid her down gently on the couch, pausing briefly when she stirred, and sat down next to her. he grabbed his remote, manspreading yet again as he scrolled through channels. his free hand idly played with her hair, a gentleness to his touch.

“should i turn on some sorta informational tv show for you?” he whispered, looking over at her like she would respond. and of course, when she didn’t, he just chuckled. “i think i’ll play some digimon. i think you’d like this episode.”

she burst from her bedsheets with such force, her vision nearly went black. the scent around her was familiar as she stared ahead (once her vision was back to normal). how did she end up in her dorm? she could’ve sworn she was..

where was she last night?

as she looked around herself, everything was normal. not a single bit of her desk was out of place, and all her papers were safely tucked away in her bag. she put her head in her hands, wiping her eyes of her sleepiness. thank goodness it was a saturday.

a small ding came from her blocky phone. she swept her feet onto the floor, groaning a little bit when she made contact with the rug. her head hurt. she vaguely remembered bits and pieces of the show she was watching last night. something about monsters maybe?

idly, she picked up her phone. it was already past noon.

NEW NOTIFICATION

facebook? she barely used facebook.

NEW FRIEND REQUEST FROM: SATORU GOJO

she opened up his profile.

Satoru Gojo

is excited about: Digimon.

oh.

now she remembered everything. and that would make sense why she woke up in her own bed.

she scrambled out of her bedroom, hastily putting on her slippers and leaving her dorm with such urgency, her breath was left behind.

“hey! open up!” she banged her fists on door 367. although the time was not obscene, someone looked at her suspiciously across the hallway. “u-um - package for gojo?”

what was she doing? clearly she didn’t look like a delivery woman. all she cared about was getting an answer.

she heard shuffling from behind the door, and as the handle turned, satoru gojo showed himself in nothing more than a tank top and gray sweatpants. the tank top showed off his shoulders and his oddly defined collarbones. it stuck to his tummy, showing the outline of his flexed abs. she was in such haste that when she stopped to stare, a buzzing played in her head.

“oh,” satoru smiled, leaning against the doorframe as he crossed his arms. he just looked so smug. “quite the package you are, sweets. heh.”

“satoru?!” she whisper-yelled once she finally got a grip on her staring problem. “you- you’re my -”

“did you get my friend request?” he frowned, though it was more of a pout. his hand ruffled through his snowy white hair.

“satoru gojo is excited about digimon?!” she recalled from his profile, her mind a haze. she could remember his silly profile picture.

“‘cause i am.” he whined, like it was some sort of obvious statement. his carelessness about this made her brows knit.

then, a softer voice showed itself. “satoru, who’s that?”

a man with his hair tied up (apart from hair in the front) came up behind him. and suddenly, her face went even more red than before, realizing she embarrassed herself by freaking out in front of his company.

“o-oh, you - sorry, sorry, i-”

“you wanna join us? i’m making some popcorn,” satoru giggled, still not answering his friend’s question. “we aren’t watching any informational thing, but i think you’d still like it.”

“is - is this your neighbor?” the black hair man spoke again.

“yup.”

“the one who you -”

“yup.”

she stood there, her pulse in her cheeks, unable to speak. however, he gestured to invite her in. she couldn’t tell if his offer was a joke, but she walked in regardless. as she introduced herself to his company, learning that the man’s name was suguru, and she also noticed a girl with short hair on the couch by the name of shoko.

satoru grabbed the popcorn, a small grin on his face as he walked to sit on the couch. he patted the space next to him. “c’mon, sweets. sit next to me.” he snorted, “i dunno if there’ll be enough room for you, but suguru can stand.”

“there would probably be more room if you stopped manspreading.” suguru scoffed.

nonetheless, she sat down next to satoru, letting him sling his arm around her shoulder again. like last night. “how’d you sleep? did’ya finally get a good night?”

“yeah,” she spoke. when she relaxed her eyebrows, she felt a soothingness to her forehead. she could smell his cologne, being forced to smush up against him when suguru forced himself on the couch. “it - it was good.”

“that’s good, sweets.” he chuckled, shoving a bit of popcorn in his mouth with a grin. his hand rested idly on her thigh, his touch familiar to her. “you looked real tired.”

and she felt it was mandatory to look at him, a sort of desperation in her eyes. “hey, satoru i wanted to - um - thank you-”

“huh? for what?” he shrugged, resting his head on his free hand.

“for, y’know, all you did for me.” she was quiet, and she could feel suguru and shoko’s eyes on them. “i still don’t appreciate how loud your tv is, but - i just- thank you. really.”

“its no problem.” he laughed, taking the hand on her thigh and placing it around her shoulders again. “and i promise i’ll turn it down from now on.”

“thank god.” she snickered. meanwhile, suguru and shoko looked at each other skeptically.

“by the way, i put the dress on your counter,” satoru added, pushing his tinted glasses up. “you should wear it the next time we go out, sweets.”

“next time?” she asked, putting one eyebrow up.

“yeah, next time. i think i’m free tomorrow, actually.”

8.1.24 - WE ARE SO BACK!!!

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ellecdc · 9 months ago

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Dude, I don't know why I am asking this. But do you think poly moonwater will choose to be child free? I do think so. I mean, regulus past story and remus fury problem, I don't think they'll want kids at all

But if reader accidentally gets pregnant. Do you think they gonna keep their distance an arm lenght? I mean, I remember in the book remus trying to leave nymphadora who's pregnant at that moment (or is it after she gave birth? Can't really remember) by trying to help Harry looking for the idk the name of it, voldemort collections?

oooouuuu this is a fun question! thanks for asking; and I think that happened before teddy lupin was born and they were searching for Voldemort's horcruxes! - also, in regards to canon, I think the reason remus felt willing to take off was because he truly was sort of all alone: no parents, no siblings, no family, no friends. Plus society constantly shitting on him, plus there being a war etc etc, he felt very desperate and didn't feel like he could handle being responsible for nymphadora and a child

But of course since WE DON'T LIVE IN A WOLD WITH VOLDEMORT OVER HERE 🙃🙃🙃🙃 I think this is a valid question

(my answer is going to be SFW until the page break below - I will put warnings ahead of time for minors)

My answer would be yes, I agree that Regulus and Remus would perhaps wish to be childfree. Like you said, Remus feels like society views him as a stain and he wouldn't want to pass that legacy onto a child (biologically his or not), and he also wouldn't want to put a child through the pain of seeing their father suffer through every lunar cycle. Regulus had a horrific childhood and would be very scared to be anything like his mother or father, and I kind of see him as this guy who really doesn't know what to do with kids...he never had a childhood really, and never was around other kids until he was at Hogwarts, and by then he was right traumatized soooo yes I agree, he would be worried about having children.

As for our darling reader finding out she was pregnant? I have some thoughts on that.

I think Regulus has a deep rooted sense of duty and loyalty to his people, and ultimately, Remus and reader would be his people. Even if he hated the idea of reader being pregnant/having his child, I think he would shove that down so deep and just completely take on this role he never really wanted but hey, he's here now and he's going to do what he has to do. It was why he ended up in Slytherin (duty/loyalty to his family), and it was why he took the dark mark (duty/loyalty to his family). He took the mark because he believed that to be his role, his job in life - and if reader ended up pregnant, well, that was his duty then.

I think Remus would be a wild card. Remus never had a proper childhood either; he had to grow up really fast as he was bitten at only 4 years old. This means for as long as he can remember, he's been a werewolf. He didn't get to attend school (due to injuries/pains, scars, unexplained absences etc), he never had siblings, and he couldn't play with the village kids. So not only does he not necessarily know what to do with kids, I think he'd still have some of those "the kid would be better off without me, I can't curse another life to me and my lycanthropy) BUT I think he'd have been around Harry and loved that kid so damn much, and he'd have his friends and loved ones to help him come to terms with it.

This could be a cute fic request.

now.....as for the NSFW stuff (18+, minors don't look down here)

I have this headcanon that pureblood's have a breeding kink....they were literally bred, born, and raised to carry on the bloodline and produce heirs - so I don't think Regulus was fucking innocent in that conception LOL he would have been very excited thinking about spilling inside of reader and getting her knocked up.

in a similar vein, I also believe that there is a primal side of Remus with his lycanthropy which would ALSO support a breeding kink - truly fucks like an animal tbh and gets so turned on at the thought of filling reader up

okay sorry for being a dirty horn dog thanks byeeeee

#ask elle #marauders headcanon #regulus black #remus lupin #moonwater #moonseeker #poly!moonseeker #poly!moonwater #ellecdc fics

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kitashousewife · 2 years ago

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be mine

an: heehee happy valentines day! there is still more to come so don't worry i'm not stopping here

pairings: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: little angst, lots of fluff, lots of pet names, confessions of feelings

the steady drum of volleyballs hitting the hardwood floor distracts atsumu's thoughts for a while. soles squeaking, teammates shouting, and the tune of the coach's whistle bouncing off of the walls. he's finally out of his head.

but, as always, the regular discussions in the locker room pull him right back in.

"how long has it been? three months? and you still haven't asked her out?"

atsumu hums, shutting his locker and giving hinata an exhausted look. "yeah, since before christmas."

"what's the hold-up?" bokuto pats atsumu on the back with wiggling eyebrows. "is little 'tsumie afraid?"

that makes him irritated. he knows he should have made things official weeks ago. the badgering isn't helping, though.

"shut up," he huffs and hides a frown with the hoodie that's pulled over his head. "until ya get a girlfriend kotaro, i don't wanna hear shit."

bokuto whistles. "okay, okay. but seriously, what's the issue?"

atsumu thinks for a second. he's honestly not really sure. he's been meaning to, he just can't find the right time.

but, he's pretty sure that's just an excuse.

"you don't have an excuse miya," sakusa smirks as they walk towards the parking lot. "i agree kotaro, i think he's scared."

"no!" atsumu quips, a little quickly. "i mean, i don't know. i really don't know. i want to, i just...can't."

"is it her? does she want to? are you getting mixed signals?" hinata rests against the hood of his car.

"no, she's always happy to talk to me. she gets excited to see me, buys me dinner, and responds immediately. she's perfect."

"soooo," sakusa raises his eyebrows. atsumu sighs.

"i just don't want to disappoint her."

his stomach flips. he's thought about it for months at this point. he wanted to make you his before the first date was over. but, his past got in the way, clouding his confidence just a touch.

past girls using him for the little money he makes. some girls accusing him of spending too much time at volleyball, and not providing enough attention. others just in it for attention, lusting after the instagram posts and twitter updates with their faces in them.

atsumu wants you to be his, and he doesn't want you to leave.

"atsumu, it's been three months. i think she knows you by now. besides, if she was interested in you for the wrong reasons, wouldn't she have left by now?" bokuto's words help atsumu to relax a little.

"yeah, yer right. god, what do i even do? i feel like a fuckin' high schooler," he whines, throwing his bag into his car.

"you're in luck. valentine's day is tomorrow, which means you have the perfect reason," sakusa slides into his car. "c'mon miya, where's your romantic side?"

atsumu thinks about that the entire drive home. he doesn't know what to do. he considers taking you out to a nice dinner, somewhere fancy and luxurious. but, reservations have probably been booked for months. he thinks about using a card, but that's lame. really, he wants to call you for advice, just like he does with everything, but that won't work.

he throws himself on his bed with a sigh.

maybe he'll never ask.

little does he know, you're in the same boat.

sitting cross-legged in the middle of your bedroom floor, you look like an art project gone wrong. glue sticks, markers, and different shades of pink cardstock litter the ground hiding the failed cards and notes from before. you sigh, putting the finishing touches on what you hope to be the final product.

a small, pink card with a bumble bee and hearts with the words bee mine in shaky cursive underneath. you're still deciding what to fill the inside with.

you don't want to say too much, but you also want to make sure you get your feelings out. it's been almost six weeks, and atsumu still hasn't made things official with you. you see him at least three times a week, he takes you to dinner but never calls them dates. he invites you to parties, event dinners, and even took you to his cousin's wedding last weekend.

what's taking him so long?

as soon as you see the clock on the wall, you groan. atsumu should be here any minute, and you haven't written a word on his card yet. he asked you if he could come over tonight, saying he was dying to see ya. since it's the night before valentines, you decide this may be your only shot. you quickly scribble something down, hearing his footsteps through the thin walls of your apartment. quick hands shove the evidence into a garbage bag before you scurry to wash up.

"honey, i'm home!" atsumu sings as he opens the door. "wait! close yer eyes!"

"why should i listen to someone who just entered my home without permission?" you say, eyes firmly closed from your spot on the couch.

"yet, ya listened anyway huh?" he teases when you flip him off from the couch. "keep em' closed pretty. i'm not ready yet."

your heart beats a little quicker. "o-okay, but i have to tell you something."

"alright sweetheart. just a second," he grunts, tripping over the strings of the five heart balloons that he holds in his left hand. he shuffles over to you at sets down a container of chocolate-covered strawberries (that he had to beg osamu to make), and a dozen roses. you smile when you hear the crinkle of cellophane.

atsumu's stomach is doing flips, but he can't do this anymore.

"okay, you can open." his voice sounds a lot more nervous than he would've liked. when you open them, he can't quite read your face.

"atsumu," you breathe. you aren't sure where to look.

"i know, it's a lot, but listen," he flops down next to you, grabbing your hands in his. "i didn't want to be lame but, i just wanted to tell you."

"okay," you ease him on. he takes a deep breath, before smiling wide.

"i think that ya have got to be the most beautiful girl i have ever seen in my life," he looks at you with hearts in his eyes. "from the moment i met ya, i wanted to make ya mine. i want to be the one ya come home to after a long day, i want to see ya in the stands during my games with my jersey on," his cheeks get a little pink.

"i want ya to be mine. my girlfriend."

"atsumu," you breathe, just like before. this time is a little more shaky, but with a bigger smile. "i want to be yours. i want you to be mine."

he laughs running his hand through his hair. "really?"

you nod, holding his face in your hands.

"really," you smile, pulling him in for a kiss. atsumu doesn't pull away until he absolutely has to, wanting to drown in this moment and keep it forever.

"baby, i don't think ya know how happy i am right now," he really can't stop smiling, no matter how hard he tries. he feels like a weight has been lifted off of his chest, amazed at the instant relief he feels after telling you.

"you didn't have to do all of this!" you pull at the balloons, watching them bounce off of one another.

"yes i did! plus, ya gotta try one of these. my brother made 'em and they're amazin'." you reach down to grab one, but he stops you.

"let me grab one!" you giggle, but he smirks.

"what's in your hand?"

you freeze, forgetting all about the card that rests between your fingertips.

"nothing."

"oh c'mon angel, lemme see!"

you shake your head, but he persists.

"why not!"

"because it's stupid, especially compared to all of this!" you gesture towards the flowers and berries.

"please," he begs, giving you a large pout. you roll your eyes.

"fine, but save the comments for yourself. i worked really hard on it."

atsumu pulls the card from it's envelope slowly before giving a quiet gasp.

"i know, i know, it looks like a preschooler did it. just give it back and-"

"are ya kidding me?" he practically shrieks. "this is goin' straight on my locker. 'gonna tape it right to the front."

"are you serious?"

"mhm," he hums, smirking when he reads the inside of the card.

happy valentine's day atsumu. you're the most handsome man i've ever met, and the funniest too. i hope that you will "bee mine" once and for all.

"what's so funny?"

"nothin', i'm just thinkin' that you might have a crush on me."

you roll your eyes, scooching a little closer to him on the couch. he wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on top of your head.

"for the record, i have a crush on ya too. a huge one."

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 7 months ago

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The Price of Hatred ||pt.3

Pairings : fem!reader x heretic!kaiparker

Warnings : Swearing, Mentions of death, long as hell, mentions of violence, smut, degradation, praise kink, choking, oral, witchcraft,

Word Count : 6.3k

A/N :

Hiii i’m back! Writers block is literally insane i’ve been away for soooo long! I’m gonna be releasing a few more stories soon so if you guys wanna see anything specific let me know!

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Your eyes scanned the room as you walked through the front door. It felt like everyone was here, all waiting anxiously for something good to happen. The book cases, furniture, floors, and railings were all lined with candles waiting to be used for the spell that hadn't begun yet.

Elena lay lifeless on the floor in the middle of the living room. Her was plump pink lips now a haunting shade of purple and blue. She had bags under her eyes like you'd never seen before. She looked like death, maybe worse than even. Damon was sat on the ground next to her, finger combing through her long brown hairs as the world around him remained dormant.

"Sorry it took so long, traffic was horrible on the way over." You excused yourself quietly, not caring to remember that it was early hours within the day. Practically no one was on the streets at this time, but no one had cared to remember or question you.

Caroline stood in the corner with Bonnie, helping her mix some awful smelling concoction that even you could smell from across the room. Bonnie turned towards your voice, eyes lightening as she saw you and Kai. She almost looked excited... or desperate... you couldn't tell which was more accurate.

"Hey, we were just waiting for you guys to get started. Bonnie hummed. Caroline stood behind her, eyes kind of glum and nervous. Her arms were crossed in that way and her lips pursed to form a straight line. Her eyebrows were furrowed in a way that said she didn't agree with anything going on but didn't want to say a word. It worried you, Caroline was never one to hold her tongue. In fact, it was near impossible. "We found the right spell to bring Elena back... but it's going to take a lot more energy than we had originally thought." Bonnie looked between both you and Kai.

"Oh the day has finally come!" Kai light up.

His smiled felt like salt in this still fresh wound. He sucked in a deep breath of air as your eyes narrowed at him for the sudden outburst. He breathed out as if he had just tasted the sweetest oxygen he were to ever know.

"What do you want." Damon spoke up from the ground. His eyes hadn't looked away from Elena's fragile figure, but he was paying attention. "We know you're going to want something so tell us how so we can work something out." Damon huffed.

Damon sounded defeated. He has little to lose if this meant Elena coming back. Kai smiled widely recognizing his power in this situation. He turned to looked at you and your mean glare, daring him to take advantage of the situation.

"Nothing." His eyes locked in with yours. "I'll help you guys out, simply from the kindness in my heart." He placed a hand on his chest to drive his point home.

"Did you have a stroke or something?" Bonnie asked, confused at the sight. Had had never done a kind thing in his life. At least not for free.

"Nope." He hummed, looking to Bonnie. "But i do have a point to prove."

You and Bonnie exchanged confused glances before she nods and turning to grab her grimoire from the table. She held it out for kai to receive with a heavy sigh. The pages had the instructions, and ingredients for everything she needed to complete the spell. Kai flipped excitedly through the pages, as if this was his big break. He was finally getting to show you how good of a person he was and you wouldn't even be able to deny it.

"whoa whoa whoa" Kai spoke up after about 5 minutes of silently reading through everything he needed to. His look of excitement suddenly fell and now it was more of a concerned tension. "You have everything you need to complete this spell?"

"yes." Bonnie replied confidently. Caroline tensed at the declaration, but you ignored it.

"Even the human life you're planning on binding to hers?" Kai scoffed.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you watching Caroline take her bottom lip in between her teeth. Bonnie sucked in a breath, crossing her own arms before slowly nodding her head in your direction. Your eyebrows raised at the inclination of you being the life to be bonded to Elena. You didn't even know what that meant. Caroline looked defeated, and Damon continued to watch over Elena with distractions.

"You're joking right?" Kai asked, glancing to Caroline who couldn't even pretend to look okay with the revelation.

"I'm order for the spell to work we need to connect her to someone." Bonnie responded.

"So you chose to sacrifice Y/N?" Kai scoffed in disbelief.

"It's not a sacrifice. No one is dying." Bonnie shook her head. "However it is extremely risky."

"Risky? Connecting a human life to a vampire is like painting a big red target on their back." Kai huffed. "Not to mention that this is an extremely taxing spell, and they'd have to survive it first."

There was no response that Bonnie could give. You would first have to survive the spell, then everything else life gave to you in order to survive . Telling by most of everyone else's silences this was a plan already spoken about before you arrived. Caroline looked as if this was eating her up inside, and Damon wouldn't even look away from Elena. Much to everyone's surprise Kai was the only one brave enough to speak against the idea.

"We can't risk some random person being. connected to Elena." Bonnie tried to reason. Her eyes fell to you waiting for any sort of reaction.

She was right. Connecting Elena to a random person posed a challenges that you couldn't risks. Illnesses, violent crimes, and accidents, all determined whether Elena lived or died. At least with you it'd be like daily protection. Nobody would let anything happen to you. You lived a perfectly healthy lifestyle and nobody was ever after you. It was a good idea in theory.

"Just... don't make it hurt." You sighed, shrugging off your jacket. Kai turned his head to you fairly quickly with a look as if you had just betrayed him in the worst way.

"No." He stated sternly.

"This is the stupidest solution to this predicament." He scoffed at you. "There's no telling what this will do to you. We could get the spell all wrong, and you could die. The weight of the spell might be too much for you and you could die. You-"

"Or we successfully link her and Elena together-" Bonnie interjected Kai's rants.

"And we still managed to fuck up and kill them both."

Even with all the risk, you couldn't even imagine trusting anyone else to take on this role. Elena's life was on the line. This had to be you.

Damon stood from beside Elena, turning to face the rest of you. He walked over between the 3 of you, putting a cheerful gleam on his face. It looked forced, and almost frightening before he sucked in a sharp breath.

"I have the perfect solution for all of our issues." He announced. All of you watched him curiously as he looked around for a second before locking eyes with you. "Don't die." He slapped a hand on your shoulder. "And don't kill them." He placed his other hand on Kai's shoulder. "Risk evaded."

"Don't be stupid, Y/N. There's thousands of people in this town, we could easily find one-"

"And risk an innocent person dying because you were too scared to do the damn spell?" You scoffed.

"I've met the people in this town and none of them are exactly innocent." Kai grumbled.

"This. This is what I mean. You don't think about anyone else when it doesn't benefit you! You're selfish, and impulsive, and you can't see anything past your huge fucking ego. We have the witches, the life to link, and the spell we need to cast. This is my best friend and i'm not entrusting some random person off the street with her life." You spat out. Kai tensed at your tone and the cruel nature of your words. Bonnie and Caroline shared a concern look at your outburst but both decided it was best not to say anything in the moment.

"Why do you even care whose life we link?" Damon sighed towards Kai.

"I don't." Kai's face went cold. He shrugged, tearing his eyes away from yours before walking over to his spot in the ritual. "Just making sure you all thought this through. I don't need you blaming me when this goes south." He sounded annoyed, and detached. You rolled your eyes, dropping your jacket to the floor.

You felt bad seeing the way his eyes softened at the insults. His face hardened but something about the way he looked at you, it was easy to tell his feelings were hurt. He knew that you were going to help your friend regardless of what that meant, and he knew that everyone else knew too. It was like they were backing you in a corner and only he was truly fighting for you.

Once everyone had settled, and fully come to terms with the agreement, everything began. Bonnie had your drink from a silver chalice, a herbal concoction swimming in a mix of your blood and Elena's. It took your entire body strength not to wretch it back up, but you managed it down with a chaser of water Caroline provided.

You, Bonnie, and Kai held hands over Elena's lifeless body. There was an array of candles surrounding all of you with flames flickering as the energy rose in the room. Kai seemed nervous as the spell began, eyes closed but his thumb running circles over your knuckles. It was a small gesture but one that sent tingles through your body.

Once the spell began Caroline and Damon watched nervously. Caroline picking at her nails as Kai and Bonnie chanted in unison, Damons eyes trained on Elena's body, making sure to note any movements or changes to make sure the spell was going smoothly. Kai looked concentrated, voice stern and words being spoken so clearly that there was no mistakes on his end. He was completely zoned in which made you feel a bit more at ease with all the thoughts racing through your mind.

Your body felt like it was buzzing with energy, heavy, and overwhelmed. Your skin felt electric, and your mind was clear. The candles lit up around you burning so high the flames came up to your knees. There was a heat igniting in your veins and you felt the sweat beading along your exposed skin from the flames. The chanting from Bonnie and Kai echoed throughout your mind which now felt empty. You felt like sitting down but you couldn't even move your body. As the watched Caroline noticed a ditzy expression on your face. Your eyebrows furrowed as your head swayed back and forth. Your lips in a deep pouted, stained red and dry from the blood.

"are okay?" Caroline asked quietly, moving to stand closer behind you. Her concern was evident and caught Damons attention. His eyebrows furrowed, but he remained silent.

"She should start feeling some discomfort right around now. She'll be okay... but it's not going to feel good." Bonnie spoke, interrupting her chant to clear worry.

Damon continued to watch carefully, unimpressed with how much you seemed to be affected. He could see the consciousness fading from yours as you stood, leaning back as if the only thing holding you up were Kai and Bonnie. Your face was hauntingly pale, and just as lifeless as Elena's.

Your mouth opened to speak but no words could form. Your eyes began to water and you tried to speak but nothing but a nasty gurgling sound escaped. Damon took a step forward his nerves getting the best of him as you looked mere seconds away from fainting as tears began to stream down your face. Water began to ejected from your mouth in a steady flow, dribbling down your chin and wetting your clothes. The sound of your gasping and water hitting the floor caused to Kai to open his eyes. He didn't falter in the spell, just stood unaware of what to do. He watched in horror as you coughed up the water.

"Is this supposed to happen?" Damon asked his tough demeanor now fading away.

Soon the water began to feel thick. Warmer... more suffocating. Soon the tears in your eyes were turning red, and your coughs began to sound more like muffled screams as what appeared to be blood spattered along the floor. Even for Damon this seemed a bit grim. Kai stopped his chanting and left the magic doing to Bonnie as he dropped her hand. the balance of magic all shifted to Bonnie who seemed too invested to stop. Her nose began to drip its own red, but she couldn't stop.

"Stop the spell." Kai's voice was deep, and stern. His eyes went to Bonnie who had here eyes shut tightly focusing on concluding the spell even if she had to do it on her own.

"Bonnie!" Caroline spoke out, desperation bleeding in her tone.

Kai watched unsure of what he could do. Clearly Bonnie was determined to finish this spell with or without him. Even if he did managed to convince Bonnie to stop, there's no telling on if the blood expelling from your body would stop. There was a still chance of you not making it through this spell, but time was not on either of your sides. The only way he could break the hold Bonnie had on you without hurting her, and hopefully stopping all effects the spell had on you would to be take you very far away. Far enough away to where Bonnie's magic couldn't reach you.

"Bonnie you're killing her!" Kai shouted, but it didn't seem to get her attention.

"Dammit, Bonnie." Damon groaned, looking around to see what he could do to stop the spell. He couldn't figure something out like he thought he would so he began blowing out candles which automatically reignited by themselves.

Kai took in a deep breath, before looking to Damon with a cautious look in his eyes. Almost as if apologetic for what he was about to do. Kai swept you up, your body flopping over her shoulder, getting your blood all over his backside before taking off.

By the time you woke up Kai was long gone. Elena sat in wait, nervously, awaiting for your arrival. It was light outside, and Bonnie was sprawled out next to you her breathing light as she rested with you. Once Elena saw the fluttering of your eyelids she smiled. Her hands rushed to yours, carefully observing you to make sure you were solid before helpfully you sit up without waking Bonnie.

"Good-morning." She smiled brightly. "I was starting to get worried." You stared in disbelief for a second before leaning forwards, wrapping both arms around the brunette.

"So happy you're okay." You huffed out as Elena began to squeeze you back.

"All thanks to you."

"So this means the spell worked?!" You pulled away as Elena hummed in confirmation. "We're really linked together now?"

"We are going to really be Best Friends for Life... we have no choice now." she giggled and you smiled, looking around the familiar room.

"How long was it out?"

"3 days." Your eyes widened.

"It's feels like i was out for like 30 minutes."

"Trust me i know. For me i was only taking a quick nap but apparently i was out for over a week?" She responded and you sighed. "But we're both okay, and that's what matters."

"Have you been here the whole time?"

"Yeah, Me and Bonnie kept shifts for when you woke up." She nodded. "Kai has been coming in every morning so he should be here in a bit." She spoke with a light smirk on her face.

"Why is he coming?" You felt your skin getting hot at his mention.

"To check up on you..." Elena spoke softly. "He did save your life after all."

"Kai?"

"mhm"

"Malachi?"

"yes."

"Parker?"

"yup." Elena laughed. "He's been... dare i say... worried?"

"Worried?"

"You must of had quite the effect on him while i was gone." She joked, but your face remained serious.

"oh."

"Yeah, i should text him and tell him you're awake-"

"w-what? why would you do that?" You stammered.

"Just to give him a heads up." Elena shrugged. "That's okay right?" She asked and you swallowed the air bubble in your throat. "I mean he's been so helpful these past few days." she justified.

"oh yeah, right." you nodded trying not to seem too suspicious. "actually-" You used your hand to block her from typing on her phone. She glanced at you curiously as you thought of an excuse. "maybe i should text him. might be better coming from the source, you know?" You covered.

"Of course." Elena hummed. "no other reason?" she questioned and you shook your head quickly.

She was staring at you in that way she did when you both knew you were hiding something. You were never good at lying to Elena. You always joked that she was just another half of you the gods put here to keep you on track.

When Kai began showing up and spending hours watching you, go make sure you were still breathing she could tell something was up. He wouldn't say a word, just complain that he saved your life and he deserved a thank you with your first real breath when you woke up. He'd kiss the top of your head before he left when he thought no one was looking. Elena never said a word in efforts to not spoil the moment, but it was clear what was going through his mind.

"So you two aren't..?" Elena crossed her fingers watching you squirm.

"definitely not."

"So you never ..?" Her eyes widened as if you knew what she meant.

"uhhh no... we never-"

"oh you so have!" Her eyes widened at the confirmation. You gasped, turning to see if bonnie had been awake and slightly relaxing to her still unbothered in slumber.

"It was only once!" Elena narrowed her eyes. "Okay twice, but it meant nothing. It was just high stress times and that's all. And now that everything's over, and you're back, it's not going to happen again." You assured but Elena just rolled her eyes.

"You don't have to explain anything to me. I mean... i get it. He's hot." She laughed.

"You can NOT tell anyone."

"I won't! But..."

"Elena!" you whined.

"I just think you should maybe go over to check on him!" She spoke in a defensive tone. "He's been over here everyday worried sick. You should at least tell him yourself that you're okay."

"I think a text should be fine."

"Come on, don't be like that. He saved your life. It's the least you could do." She gave you an expecting look before smiling as your shoulders fell in defeat.

By the time you arrived to Kai's apartment it felt like you had been driving for years. You're body felt heavy and your heart was pounding out of your chest.

You couldn't believe you allowed Elena to talk you into coming here. This was the last place you wanted to be. You thought that after Elena was back, you could go right back to ignoring the heretic and all that he was. Instead, you have to thank him for saving your life, and possibly entertain the idea of finishing a whole different conversation that was cut short the other night.

"Ye-"Kai opened the door after your solid 3 knocks. He had on black and white plaid pajama pants with no shirt. His apartment was dark inside and smelled of sandalwood and lavender. "You're awake." he spoke sternly at the sight of you.

"Can I come in?" You asked, watching as he slow blinked before moving to the side, allowing you access to the dark of his living room. There were streams of line peaking out from the blinds, but telling by the state of him and the shadows it was clear he had just rolled out of bed.

You turned to face the heretic who just stood quietly waiting for an explanation. Your eyes grazed over his uncovered upper half, mouth salivating at the sight with intrusive memories flooding your mind. You only came over to offer your gratitude and you dominated in doing that but something about him just seemed so intriguing.

"Elena said you saved my life." You spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.

"I do remember doing something like that, yes." He nodded, looking into the ceiling as if having a back flash about the memory.

"She also said that you came to see me everyday." you hummed and he shrugged.

"That is also true. I saved your life, i was just making sure i was the first person you thanked when you woke up." He huffed.

"Really?" you blinked.

"Yup. So... get to it." he motioned with his fingers for you to hurry it along.

"I- uhm... Thank You. For saving my life. I owe you one."

"You owe me one?" He laughed. "I saved your life and you 'owe me one'?"

"What was i supposed to say?" You scoffed.

"I don't know, how about, 'gee Kai, i sure was wrong about you! You are one decent guy'!" He mimicked your voice. "You know you surround yourself with people who have equally as heinous things as i've done in my past but for some reason i'm the only one you give grief to." He ranted. "What makes me so different than Damon? Or Stefan? Or caroline? or-"

"Okay, okay, I got it!" Your eyes rolled.

"How can i prove that i'm not that person anymore?" He continued even at your annoyance.

"I can't even think about you without having flashbacks of what we've done. I can't think about that without thinking about how wrong it was. How much it's going to hurt Bonnie when she finds out that i'm sleeping with the person she hates most in the world. I want to trust you, and give you that chance kai but i can't do it with a clear conscious."

"Who said you have to?" Your eyebrows furrowed but his face remained the same.

"We can't. I can't."

"For fucks sake, Y/N, just be honest with yourself for one moment. You're not guilty about what we did. Or we wouldn't have done it twice. You're guilty because you enjoyed it. You think about it often, and it makes you feel good." he huffed, sick of the excuses. "You hate that i've changed, and if you gave me that chance then you wouldn't be able to make me the bad guy in your story again."

"Even if you were remotely right," you full noticed how to gap was slowly closing between the two of you. "It still couldn't happen again."

"Then leave." Kai stated, taking you back by his bluntness. "The door is right there." He nodded towards his front door, but making sure to continue closing in on you.

"I'm sorry." Your voice was meek.

"Once you leave we can drop this and pretend like we never happened. Just like you want." He stated, staring you down as if prey to a predator.

"like i want..." you mimicked, clearly a bit out of it as you focusing on the distance closing.

"Kiss for the road?"

You stood watching his hands reach for your body. One hand attached to your waist and the other on your neck, making sure he could hold you close enough. You resist for a second, placing a hand on his chest in a feeble attempt to keep him away, but gave up soon as he pressed your lips together.

The kiss was softer than the ones you two shared before. It was softer... more enticing... almost like he was begging you not to go in the most intimate form he could pursue. Your fingers resting on his chest, feeling the speeding heartbeat beneath his shirt. You couldn't tell how long your lips were together, but the second he pulled away you felt a nagging force to keeping going. Your eyes were trained on his lips, unable to think about much else other than the very thing you swore would never happen again.

It felt pathetic how badly you needed him. If you left now, it really would never happen again. If you continue to fight this you'd be longing for something you couldn't have and the thought drove you mad.

"I might be a total fucking hypocrite." You sighed to yourself, Kai smiled, taking it as a sign.

"Everyone is a hypocrite, don't beat yourself up about it." he hummed, taking them hymn of your shirt and pulling it above your head, tossing the fabric somewhere in the darkness. His hands went to the back of your thighs, swiftly sweeping up to straddle him as he carried you back to his bed room.

The scent of him was strong you couldn't think about much else but him. He laid you back on his bed carefully, falling to his knees in front of you, pulling off your jeans without a word. There was a silence lingering in the air that neither you felt the need to break. His hands spread your legs apart, lips connected carefully with your panties covering the immediate wetness that contracted the second the two of you kissed.

You sucked in a harsh breath, body on edge as Kai kissed around everywhere except exactly where you needed him. He used a finger to hook your panties to the side, allowing his lips to explore the flesh that awaited him. You hummed softly, eyes closed, allowing yourself to feels everything in the moment with no distractions. The only sounds in the air were you soft whines, and kai's ever so delicate kisses to your folds that seemed to be driving you crazy. He relished in your sultry noises and took his time, teasing and punishing for every moment he had to go without you in his bed.

His lips wrapping around your clit so slightly, sucking just to feel your thighs clench around his face. Your juices beginning to coat the lower half of his face, back arching off the bed as you let out the most sinful noises you could manage.

"Kai please" you cried out, not caring about the volume of your pleas.

Kai moaned, sending vibrations straight through you. He pulled away for only a second, yanking your panties down your legs, discarding them across the room. Kai sucked in a deep breath of you as his tongue connected once more with your clit drawing tiny circles as he felt your thighs tightening around his head as you allowed your orgasm to wash over you.

Kai watched as your chest heaved, back falling onto the bed allowing you to recuperate. He began kissing the delicate skin all the way up your torso. His tongue gliding over your nipples, your fingers getting lost in his hair as he took his time sucking you in. His teeth grazed over your skin leaving warm patches wherever he could to turn into bruises for you to find the next morning.

"Still hate me?" Kai hummed against your skin.

"You're such a dick." You smiled, pulling his face up to you, pressing a kiss to his lips, feeling his body weight relax over you. His body rested in between your legs, and you made sure to keep him closer as you wrapped your legs around him.

The kiss was harsh and passionate, different than every time before. Both of you hungry, needing to feel way closer than ever before. Your moans were whiny and desperate, your whole body aching for as much attention that he could give to you. Your hands shaking as you slipped the past the band of his pajamas pants. You cracked a smile finding that he wasn't wearing any. Your fingers wrapped around his length, slowly stroking his hardening length, almost whining at how big he felt even when he wasn't even all the way there.

"Gonna be a good girl and pull me out?" Kai mumbled against your lips.

You slowly moving his waistband down, pulling out his length, feeling his pressed against your folds. All you could think about was how warm he felt against your skin. His lips were pressing deeply into yours, rutted his hips against yours folds covering himself in your juices as you're hands traveled along his torso, studying every curve and indent along his skin.

His teeth hooked on to your bottom lip as your jaw fell open. He entered slowly, feeling your walls clamping down around him tighter than your u had before. He held himself up on one elbow as the other hands kept your leg pressed into his side. He pressed deep into you until he felt himself bottoming out in you. You felt every inch of him as your breathing synced up with his.

This time felt different than all the other times. You felt guilty because you enjoyed him so much before, but the thought of this being wrong wasn't even on your mind. His pace wasn't as brutal as before but you still felt amazing. His hips moving slowly pushing into you at a decent pace.

"God kai" you moaned, so desperately aching for another release you felt as though you were actually going to lose your mind. His cock dragging along your walls making it difficult to focus on much else.

His teeth scraped against your skin trying his best to leave a plethora of different marks for the world to see once he was done with you.

"Feel so tight, y/n." Kai moaned, letting go of your leg just to wrapped his fingers around your neck. You moaned bringing your hand to hold your leg, opening yourself up and allowing him to reach a deep depth of your insides. "such a good girl"

"Please" Your nails digging into your own skin "Harder" You pleaded.

It didn't take long for Kai to obliged. His fingers tighter around your neck, slamming his hips harder into yours than he had been. He sped up his thrusting, his hot panting breaths landing on your skin as your whines grew louder the closer to your orgasm you got.

"fuck kai" you cried out, feeling him slam against that spongy spot in your core over and over again.

Your eyelids fluttered as the sensations took over. You could barely register any of the nonsense you were babbling about as your hips began to buck back into his. Your back arching off the bed, your hand dropping your leg to move down to your clit circling furiously as your orgasm slowly rippling through you.

Kai's hips stuttered as he felt your walls convulsing around him. He watching as the wetness in your eyes forms into a single tear, dripping down the side of your face as you cried his name out in pleasure. He felt your cum coat his cock as he slowed his movements down.

"You're so pretty." He groaned, making sure to leave a trail of kisses along your jaws line.

"mm you're so pretty" You moaned, your mind still on the way his cock felt buried in you.

"Guess I taught you proper manners after all." He grinned, slowly removing himself from you causing a soft whine at the loss of contact.

"shut up." you smiled softly.

"there she is." He hummed. "and you were doing so good." He tutted, shaking his head. "I don't even get a thank you." You let out a soft 'hmph' watching brought himself up, stabilizing himself on both knees. His cock was still hard, standing on its own, with a bright red tip, glistening for your finish.

"You didn't..." you frowned slightly.

"Not yet... i'm not done with you." He hummed, placing his hand around your neck once again, squeezing tightly as he yanked you up. The movement practically made you cum again as he brought your face to his. "You know you're not done yet right?" He asked innocently and you nodded eyes wide and ready to please. "To think if you weren't so stubborn we could've been like this way sooner." He slowly shook his head. "I mean we're perfect for each other, don't you think?" You moaned as his hand squeezed tighter around your neck beginning to challenge your air way. "Speak."

"Yes" Your voice was desperate.

"Don't you think if I wasn't so persistent for you we wouldn't be here right now?" He tilted his head as if there was no wrong answer.

"K-kai-"

"Don't you think i deserve a Thank You at the very least?"

"Y-yes. Thank You." He brought his lips down to yours, connecting ever so softly for just a moment.

"Again."

"Thank you."

"Thank you for making me cum kai." He spoke in an octave higher, mocking your horned out state.

"Thank you for making me cum, Kai" You repeated, making him smile.

"Thank You for fucking me stupid, Kai."

"T-thank you for fucking me stupid." You felt your pussy beginning tingling as he continued rot ain't you, making you thank him for everything he did to you.

"Wanna show me how grateful you really are, princess?" He asked and you nodding the best you could with his hand still tightly wrapped around your flesh. "I still need to cum, pretty girl. Gonna help me out?"

He let go of your neck allowing you gaze to sift down to his cock, precum oozing from his tip. Your mouth began to water as you looked back up to him.

"Come on, baby." He placed his hand on the back of your head, slowly guiding you down until you were face to face with his cock.

The way his hands were placed on your head let you know you weren't going to be doing much besides acting as a vessel for his release. You were fine with that. How had a hand under your chin, and one on the top of your head. You used you still shaky hands to bring the tip to your lips.

The bitter saltiness of his precum dripping from him made him look even more appetizing.

"are you ready, princess?" He asked, his breaths deeper than before as your tongue teased the slit of his cock.

"Yes sir."

Your lips parted, allowing his hips to push himself into you slowly. You moaned on his cock sending sensitive vibrations through him making him shudder at the feel. He moved his hips slowly back and forth, reveling in the way his cock dragged along your tongue.

"Fuck y/n" He hung his head back as he continued.

His pace sped up as he chased down the orgasm that was just in his finger tips. Hour continuously felt his tip colliding with the back of your throat. Your eyes were tearing up as the lewd wet squelching sounds filled the space. His pants and groans as he used you mercilessly caused slicked your core all over again.

"Shit" He pulled out suddenly, one of his hands going to stroke himself as he slowly slipping off the edge "Where do you want it angel?" He moaned, You breathing was heavy as you slapped his hand away, putting your mouth back on his length, head moving quickly answering his question without words.

Your cheeks hollowed as you took him as far as you could allow yourself. Whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth you used your hands for. Soon his hips were jerking into your mouth, body tensing as he spilled his seed onto your tongue.

“God you’re so perfect.” He huffed, breathing heavily as he brought his hand back down to your throat pulling you back up to eleven with him.

You opened your mouth slightly, hanging out your tongue to show how you discarded of the warmth he provided. The smirk on his face grew, before bringing your lips together in another soft kiss.

“Let me take you on a date.” Kai spoke, listening to your labored breathing.

You were silent looking into his eyes. There wasn’t an ounce of humor in his tone. He was being serious. You were used to his jokes and sarcasm but his seriousness was something new to you.

“I just… i need time, Kai.”

“Well i don’t. I don’t want to take it slow, or warm everyone else up to the idea. We know what they’re going to say.”

“So you know it’s not that easy”

“Why’d you come here then?” His hand dropped for your throat.

“what?”

“You could’ve called, or waited for the next time that you saw me… but you came to me. Why?” You’re mouth opened to speak but there were no words to say. “You came here because you wanted to. You know what you want Y/N, so just accept it.” The look in his eyes almost felt

like he was pleading with you.

“I…”

“Y/N… please.”

You watched as a tear fell from his eye. You waited in shock, staring at the Heretic who clearly was putting all his card on the table. Naked and afraid of rejection. He felt like a kid again begging for the people he cared about lost to accept him for who he is.

“Yes…” You could barely hear your own voice. His eyebrows furrowed, leaning closer to you slightly to make sure he heard correctly.

“Y-yes?”

“I’ll go in a date with you…”

#wattpad #kai parker smut #vampire diaries #the cw legacies #malachi parker #tvd smut #tvd imagine

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natspookie · 1 year ago

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fearless

inspired by sam and monica on tiktok hehe natasha romanoff x fem reader :))

☆ summary : tony challenges natasha to prank you by judging you the worst way possible, your taylor swift concert outfit.

☆ a/n, i switch to “y/n” and “you” every now and then soooo thats the same thingy and i haven’t written in a longggggg time and not proofread

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It had been y/n’s birthday last week when Natasha surprised her with floor standing tickets to Taylor Swift, or “mother” as y/n says. Since then, y/n had been talking non-stop about what to wear since the concert was already the next week.

Sat on the compound’s stool eating her sandwich with some Avengers while you were training, the topic of the concert came up.

“Hey Nat, why don’t you prank y/n about her outfit being bad?” Tony prompted from the fridge, raising a glass of water to his mouth.

“Now why would I do that?” Natasha raised a brow, looking up from some book she was reading, recommended by y/n.

“C’mon sestra, didn’t you say you’ve always wanted to prank someone?” Yelena chimed from the couch with her Nintendo.

“I don’t even know what she’s going to wear and she’s been so excited about this concert” Natasha frowned

“You’re too soft for Y/n” Tony laughed taking a seat beside her

“i’m not!… Ok maybe a little” Natasha groaned standing up… This couldn’t be too bad, right?

The day of the concert and the prank itself, Natasha had an internal fight whether she could do this but the teasing face of tony flashed her mind, she could do this.. just this once.

natasha was wearing a black tanktop and your taylor swift cardigan since you insisted it was unacceptable to show up to a taylor swift concert without much thought, not that natasha minded giving into your pleas.

she sat on the couch in your guys’ shared room when you walked out the bathroom wearing a white dress that flowed down with flowers embroidered at the bottom (wanda helped you with that), high white boots, glitter all over your face, and the number 13 on your hand.

natasha thought you never looked better.

“you’re wearing that to the concert?” Natasha questioned as you walked to the dresser, already feeling this was a bad idea

“Yeah!” Natasha looked the outfit up and down with a straight face

“It’s Taylor Swift fearless with the grammys thing at the bottom! you dont see it?” you twirled around with a smile. Natasha was close to calling off the joke when she saw that smile.

But one thing everyone knew about Natasha was she was not one to back out on something.

“you don’t like it” Y/n said defeated with a frown at the lack of Natasha’s response

“i can change it you want? i have the reputation outfit at the back of my closet” you sniffled walking back to the closet when natasha jumped off the couch and hugged you from behind

“nooo! my love im sorry it was a prank, i love it” natasha mumbled against your neck pressing apology kisses

“are you serious, nat?!? that’s not funny” you huffed but by your tone she knew you weren’t that mad

“Im sorry im sorrryyy ill buy you that merchandise you wanted” natasha resorted to bribery

you stayed quiet for a moment

“the blue crewneck?” you turned your neck to look at natasha “all of the ones you want”

“really?!? oh my god let’s go before the line gets long!” you dragged natasha out of the room before she stopped you “honey you forgot the tickets and shoes” natasha laughed as you sprinted back to the room “got em! lets go!”

natasha ended up talking for you the next morning as you lost your voice and were extremely worn out.

she also ended up stealing (borrowing in natasha’s terms) your crewnecks and oversized taylor shirts. as much as you loved them, you knew deep down they looked better on natasha and didn’t mind.

#natasha x y/n #natasha romonova #natasha romanov #black widow #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader

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fishyishy · 4 months ago

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A3! Event Translation - Of Unfading Memories. (1/11)

Kumon: Nii-chan, look, look! I just bought a new disposable camera!

Juza: A new one....? Didn't you say you bought one the other day too?

Kumon: I used up all that film during the summer holidays!

Homare: Now that you mention it, these kind of nostalgic hobbies seems to be popular these days.

Kumon: Nostalgic hobbies?

Tsumugi: I guess it's about "retro". Feeling nostalgic and remembering things from the past and things of that nature.

Azami: Ah, that's true. Fashion often incorporates old trends too.

Tenma: My previous shoot was like that too. The background and costumes had an old-fashioned feel too them.

Chikage: It looks like old-fashioned coffee shops are popular too. I heard some new are even opening with that kind of design.

Juza: It's true that the old-fashioned desserts at those coffee shops are delicious.

Kumon: Ah! Ne, since we're speaking of retro......

Director: I'm back--. I stopped by the bookstore on my way home and got back late! Have you all had dinner?

Juza: Mhm, we ate it all.

Kumon: Did you eat yet, Director? If you haven't eaten yet, can I warm it up for you?

Director: Thank you. But I'll do it by myself later, so it's fine. I wan't to look over the book I bought earlier....

Muku: What type of book did you buy?

Director: It's a magazine that features amusement parks.

Azami: Amusement parks?

Homare: Are you planning to go to one soon?

Director: Actually, I got a job request from an amusement park, but I've never actually been to one so I thought I'd check it out.

Kumon: A request from an amusement park!? Sounds fun!

Itaru: Now that you mention it, we did a play at an amusement park for a White Day event before.

Tenma: We all even went to rebuild an amusement park in America once.

Tasuku: That's true. They were both great experiences.

Tsumugi: Things like that don't come around often, so I'm glad we have these opportunities.

Juza: So, what kind of request is it this time?

Director: Actually, I'm still checking the details of it and haven't decided whether to take it or not.

Director: If I decided to finalize it, I'll make sure to tell everyone again.

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Juza: An amusement park huh..... I wonder where we'll go next.

Kumon: Yeah, I'm curious! I really hope the request is accepted--.

Juza: Why, are you interested in it?

Kumon: Yeah, the play at the amusement park in America was fun too! If we were to do something like it again, I'd definitely want to participate in it this time around too!

Juza: That's true, you seemed to be having a lot of fun back then.

Kumon: Everyone's acting in the costumes was really fun, and the Tiger version of Nii-chan was just soooo cool that I got super excited!!

Juza: Is that so....

Juza: Oh! By the way, I was going to ask you this earlier, but I remembered that in the past, we once went to a retro-style amusement park with our family, right?

Juza: Ah, when we were both still in elementary school.

Kumon: I knew it! That time was suuupeeer fun!!!

Juza: ........

Juza: (A retro amusement park......)

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#a3!#a3! translation #a3! game #a3! act addict actors #juza hyodo #kumon hyodo #homare arisugawa #tsumugi tsukioka #azami izumida #itaru chigasaki #chikage utsuki #tenma sumeragi #tasuku takato #muku sakisaka #hyobros hyobros hyobros

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eanul-rmbl · 7 months ago

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Part 1: A Lifetime of Dreaming

Zagnos Prince AU

wc: 2.1k+

I'm super excited to be working on this!! I don't often post on tumblr, so this is rly exciting for me!

The boy’s eyes opened themselves, forcing him awake.

As he raised his head from the soft linen sheets, he saw the back of the head of some other kid; black hair dark as night, adorned with a red and orange wreath of leaves glowing like embers.

He would have thought it was any other servant, but he already knew all the servants well from helping them around the house. These laundry sheets weren’t even his; they were a menagerie of his siblings’. He wondered, briefly, if this was another dream; one where he actually was a house servant, nameless and loveless and yet, somehow, free.. He quickly shook the thought from his head. All the house servants had names, and love. So, instead, he let his thoughts wander back to the kid with the rough, black hair, and why it was so different to his own soft, curly white hair.

Hypnos blinked, realizing that he had been staring at the air for far too long, as the kid had long since left and never looked back. Yawning, he felt himself falling back into the various linen bed sheets as his eyes closed on him.

“Get your things, boy,” was all that Father had told him, yet it was all that was needed for little Zagreus to understand.

They were leaving the House. Finally, for what seemed like the first time in his life, Zagreus would be free from the confines of what very much seemed to be his prison. Zagreus could hardly wait; six years and he had only been permitted to leave the House a handful of times. Six years of stuffy clothes and boring parties had the boy endured. Six years of the same tiles and floors and windows. Six years of..

Well, the House wasn’t that bad, but Zagreus was still excited.

Quickly, he gathered his little sword and some clothes, some things to play with and shoved them all into the first satchel he laid his eyes on.

As he skipped over to the entranceway to the House, Father laughed (or perhaps scoffed) at him lightly before returning to a sterner tone of voice.

“You don’t need all of that stuff, boy. We are merely going to a political meeting,” he stated, big and tall and all opposing-like. Zagreus pouted. Politics weren't fun.

Father extended his arm, to which Zagreus had felt some sense of hope. Maybe he would comfort him. Maybe he would let him ride his shoulders. Maybe.. “Give me your bag, boy. I’m going to check it.” Zagreus’ world came crashing down. His father was a bloodstained traitor. Like the one in those story books with the heroes. Zagreus was the hero, and he was supposed to defeat this villain, this fiend.

“But, Father!” he exclaimed, crossing his arms, and then pushing them down, and then doing all sorts of movements and actions and thrashing that all said I don’t wanna!. Father did look pleased at this, and Zagreus flinched.

He quietly handed over his satchel.

In the end, Zagreus was able to keep at least his sword, and a few boring things that Father had put there himself.

“I would not that the son of the King would look like a fool who only plays with his toys.” Zagreus mumbled to himself on the roof of the wagon carriage. “Look at me, I'm soooo important”.

“What was that, boy?” A stern voice, as per usual.

“Nothing, Father!”

Zagreus fumbled with his small wooden sword. One day I'll have a real sword! he thought to himself. “A real sword, and I'll be knighted with one some day! A knight!” The dull wooden sword danced around gracelessly in his small hands; aimless and clumsy.

Zagreus could hear his father speaking. “You won't be a knight, boy,” he stated as if it were his mission to make Zagreus’ day outside the House miserable. “You'll be something better; you'll be a king. You'll command knights, you'll lead them; and you'll have reign over the entire kingdom.”

Zagreus lit up at his father's words. The wooden sword in his hands danced once more before the little prince pressed it hard against the carriage roof as he looked down from the roof to his father.

“Really, father?!” he asked excitedly. “The whole kingdom!”

Hades knew not if he was feeling a twinge of pride at his son or embarrassment at his son's impudence. “Yes, boy. Now get down from the roof. We are nearly there and I would not that the son of the King would look like a fool.”

The woman was tall, pale as the moon and yet with hair as dark as the night sky. It felt as if she were shrouded in the night, or as if she were the night itself. Zagreus imagined that she held dominion over the sky, forcing the harsh summer daylight out in order to provide the people with soft, cool comfort.

Zagreus moved from side to side, anxious to explore the palace, in place. His hands were locked firmly behind his back in order to keep it straight, yet his eyes wandered all over the tall pillars, open spaces and giant doors. While being only a little smaller than the House, this palace was all new to Zagreus. He had only been here a handful of times, and each time he'd enter felt like an entirely new experience,

Nyx and his father exchanged pleasantries. They breathed in “Greetings,” and “It is good to see you,” and “How fare your children?” and all sorts of other boring questions that all sounded like statements.

They shook hands, faces straight and professional. Zagreus could gag, except his father was right there next to him.

Nyx then turned to Zagreus. Her eyes were motherly; understanding and kind (which completely betrayed her otherwise stale, regal expression, in Zagreus’ eyes).

Her voice was, likewise, unexpectedly motherly. “It is good to see you, my child. You have grown,” she stated as her lilywhite hand moved to pat him on the head. She stroked it lightly, gently and for but a brief, ephemeral moment. “You may explore the palace while your father and I discuss matters concerning the kingdom. Run along now.”

Zagreus grinned at her widely. It was only around noontime, giving Zagreus plenty of time to explore the palace. He soon ran off with his small wooden sword in hand.

The little prince's main goal was to find any hint of straight, long hair, white or black, that he could spot. Rumours and tall tales had spoken of the children of Nyx, all of which currently residing in her palace, each with long strands of hair either black as night, or white as the stars. He had heard such from the servants back at the House.

First, he checked the training grounds. He ran up the stairs, and found naught but studying quarters and sleeping rooms and libraries (which all made his head swim), so he went back down and ran left and right and left again. He ran all sorts of ways until he saw an open doorway that led to a dry, open field of pale dirt and dust. He dropped his sword at how used the area looked. Zagreus could imagine tens of knights-in-training using the area. He imagined their banter, their loud voices, their freak strength and power.

There were weapons all about; some small, most large (taller than the little prince himself), all played neatly on a wooden rack. In fact, that and one row of wooden training dummies were the only “neat” things among the entire area. The rest was a wasteland of broken wood, massacred dummies and the echoes of their inanimate screams. An axe a little taller than Zagreus had been long scattered on the ground, dusty and bathed in grime.

Sadly, Zagreus hadn't found anyone training, so he decided to leave the area in search of the palace's kitchen area. The sun had already passed its peak once he left.

The servants’ area was much larger than Zagreus had remembered. Perhaps it was because he never thought to explore there until now. Left and right, the place was swimming with servants; all busy and all dashing excitedly, hardly giving the little prince any notice. The most he had actually heard was an aside “What's a kid doing here?” he could barely catch.

Lost among all the excitement, Zagreus stumbled into a smaller room. Drapes of various cloth hung from the ceiling, as various apparel and clothing hung from strings of clothesline. They painted a menagerie of shades of purple, red and gold; all shining in their own way.

Zagreus would have found himself staying in that beautiful small room forever, had he not caught the sight of white hair. His heart rate picked up, until he realized that the hair was cut short, and curled like that of a sheep. It wasn't long strands of straight hair, the rumours had stated, and so Zagreus thought that it was any other boy servant with white hair.

He turned his back and ran off.

The rest of the day was spent with Zagreus running all around the palace in search of Nyx's children. He heard from servants of the House that two of them were near his age; twins, both seven years. He had also heard of two only a little older than his sister’s age, though he had forgotten the specifics, as it hadn't applied to him.

He had checked the library, the training grounds, the kitchen, the dining room, the servants’ quarters and just about any other place he could think of in the palace, yet he could not find any trace of long, straight hair of night or snow.

The sun was about to begin setting, and little Zagreus found himself sighing, sitting atop the thick wall of some balcony he had found.

He watched as the trees were bathed in sunlight, appreciating its beauty and yet still disappointed.

“I couldn't find any of Nyx's children this time, either..” he mumbled to himself, fidgeting with the strap of his satchel.

Zagreus looked around what was beyond the balcony area. His eyes roamed down to the ground, where little servants rushed like worker ants. Then, he scanned the horizon, vast and ever so boring and unchanging. Lastly, he gazed across the balcony itself.

With little hands gripping the top of the balcony wall, feet planted on the ground and a head resting cooly on the wall, another boy was gazing at the sky. He seemed to be staring at the full moon, but his face was turned and Zagreus couldn't see clearly what his eyes rested on.

As the sun fell around the boy, Zagreus found he was beautiful; bathed in red and bronze by the dying light of the sun itself.

His white hair was dyed gold as tiny particles of stardust glistened within it. Zagreus thought its curls were similar to that of a sheep's, or to that of the clouds. Either way, it reflected more light as the moon grew higher up and the sun fell lower.

“You know, most of them are awake at night,” the mysterious boy said, watching as the moon crept further up the sky. “That's why you rarely ever see any. Try sleeping over; that'll catch you one of Nyx's ever elusive children!”

By the light of the full moon, his face shone with what seemed like stars for freckles. His eyes, however, were shrouded behind his fluffy hair, turned away with the rest of his face.

“..Why haven't I seen you before?” asked Zagreus. He stopped himself from trying to catch a better glimpse of the boy, shivering grimly at the thought of his father calling him impudent and impolite at the idea.

The boy paused, released his hands from the balcony wall before putting them back on and shifting listlessly back and forth.

Finally, the boy had turned to reveal tired eyes and a mischievous grin. “Because I'm awake at night, too.” With that, he was gone. It was as if he had disappeared into a puff of smoke, or cloud, or perhaps stardust.

Either way, Zagreus found himself alone in the palace with naught but the comfort of the Moon's presence to console him. The balcony wall he sat on was cool against the skin of his small hands. All around was blue, shrouded in night and yet not at all scary or uncomfortable. Several minutes passed, and the moon was settled high above.

“Let us go, boy.” A large, firm hand placed itself onto Zagreus’ head, patting firmly and awkwardly, yet with a recognizable stoutness.

Zagreus yawned. “But it's late, father,” he mumbled before falling softly onto his father's side.

“All the more reason to get home soon, Zagreus,” mumbled Hades, who guided the half-asleep little Zagreus over to the carriage. The little prince was too tired to have heard anything, yet slept soundly on the ride about to the House.

That night, Zagreus dreamt of the boy he had met at the palace, replaying the moment and each previous second of it.

#zagnos prince au #hypnos hades #hades #hades game #zagreus #zagreus hades #a lifetime of dreaming

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charmixpower · 1 year ago

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Okay, so Selina the earth fairy as an antagonist

S6 did this by, for some insane reason, by making Selina Bloom's childhood friend who's always had magic which doesn't work on literally every level. So I'm going to try and come up with some ideas that make parts of it work

Selina the earth fairy that was taught by Eldora:

Tbh this is the easiest option

Selina is an earth fairy from the old days along with Eldora. During the WotBC attempted wiping out of all magic users they fled to Tir Na Nog and live under Morgana and Nebula

The Legendarum is a book created by ancient Faries that Selina's family has been in charge of caring for for generations

When the fairies of vengeance are released Selina is soooo excited to help kill the Wizards and the Winx, and their leader Bloom take their revenge away from them by complaining that they shouldn't be allowed to kill the people that tried to WIPE THEM OUT

Selina is pissed, and her teacher Eldora, the woman that saved her life, going on about how forgiveness is the way isn't helping

Season 5 teaches her about the rest of the magical dimension, season 5 teaches her about the Trix

The Trix are blinded by their desire for revenge and make the perfect pawns. They don't care what they lose as long as the winx don't win

And Selina assures them, the Winx will not win

Selina the earth fairy that was Bloom's friend:

This one is a very elegant solution me thinks and it's the FUN one.

Selina and Bloom are childhood friends and the main targets for Mitzi's bullying. Bloom has kind parents, Selina does not, and for eight hours a day they have to listen to people talk badly about them. Mitzi never puts hands on them but they're social pariah's and deal with constant verbal harassment and false accusations

First year of highschool is more of the same and Selina is prepared for it to be them against the world again in their second year, and then Bloom never comes to class

Selina is alone to deal with the bullying she at least had a confidant in Bloom to at least tolerate it with, and now she's alone

Mitzi tells everyone that Bloom was sent to a school that caters to the mentally ill to finally convince the 16 year old that fairies aren't real, and Selina makes things worse for herself by defending Bloom

They text each other, not often and Bloom won't tell her what new school she's going to but they still text. Selina comes over when Bloom goes back to earth (and goes home before the Trix show up)

And then the next year Bloom goes to Mitzi's Halloween party with her new, cool, pretty, friends. Bloom excitedly tells her about it, she's finally going to make Mitzi the butt of the joke and all Selina can think is that she's been replaced

That's not fair though? Bloom is allowed to be happy at her new school so she bites her tongue and pushes down her resentment and rejects Bloom's offer to come with

Next year is...fine. Bloom comes to her graduation party, and she's a bit mopey that she didn't graduate with honors like her new friends but is over all more excited to hear about Selina's college plans. Bloom goes on a trip in the middle of summer and comes back glowing because "the mistake in my grades was fixed and now I have honors!" And it sounds like a lie but Selina doesn't bother calling her out on it. I mean? What if she's telling the truth

Then season 4 happens, and then it's revealed that Bloom is a fairy

Not only did Bloom replace her with better, prettier friends, but she also lied to Selina about being a fairy. Lied to her face about everything related to magic because apparently Bloom never trusted her

And Selina burns with resentment

Selina stops responding to Bloom's texts and avoids her. Everyone asks Selina if she knew, if Bloom told her, who those aliens are, and all Selina has is half truths from the stories Bloom spun her to respond with

Seeing Mitzi become a fairy, unaware of the dead magic that run though her, unaware that the power Mitzi was given comes with a price no one should have to pay, Selina is furious. Incandescent

Magic returned to earth and Selina can float small objects. She's one of the few people that after the earth's magic core was repaired gained magic and she's on the bottom of the scale of power in a group categorized by how they're not as strong as those who can use magic without the core

Hatred fills her lungs like smoke

Season 5 Selina sticks to herself. Bloom usually isn't on earth like she was last year and this Diaspro chick who came from a different planet to help earth get caught up with the rest of the dimension is on the TV all the time talking about Bloom. Selina hates the fact that this woman who met Bloom though a knock-down drag-out fight knows Bloom better than Selina ever did

Did Bloom ever think of her as a real friend?

(Bloom couldn't take the one person that was her friend though all of that calling her a liar, she comes to regret this)

Eventually, while stumbling around the woods, far away from faces that could mock and lie to her she stumbles across a book. The Legendarum. It promises her power, Bloom's regret, importance. All she has to do is open it, anyone with magic can, her strength doesn't matter with the Legendarum doing the work for her

How could she ever refuse?

#winx club #winx season 6 #winx selina #winx bloom #winx trix #winx Eldora #wizards of the black circle #winx mitzi #winx headcanons #winx rewrite

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willingbrainrot · 1 year ago

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Request 😱

😂 sorry

i was wondering if you could do a Fred Weasley x reader where they have been friends for a long time and it’s sorta a slow burn and it throws the reader off because out of no where Fred starts to get really shy kinda around them and they are really confused. Until one night at a gryffindor party and he has had a few too many drinks and they reader gets him out of there so he won’t make a fool of himself and they go to the astronomy tower to kinda just chill out and he looks at the reader and everything just spills. He tells them that he has loved them for such a long time and he is just completely convinced they don’t feel the same way but the do lol.

thanks bestie boo :) 🙏🏻 🫶🏻 have fun with it :)))

Of course!

again, im not the best writer so hang in there lol i either write in too much detail or not enough usually so make sure to give me some constructive criticism!

Fred Weasley x gender neutral!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, underage drinking, gingers

Looking at the stars

I walk into my charms class, holding all my book maybe a bit too many and i scan the room until my eyes land on a certain red-head and his brother. Fred and George Weasley, Two identical twin brothers.

They may look the same but they are very different. I've always been closer to Fred rather than George, Fred and i just click! platonically of course! And that's all we'll ever be...

As i walk over to them Fred notices.

"Hey Y/N! Come sit!" Fred yells, waving at me.

I walk over and sit on his right and just get myself situated as Fred and George talks to the others. I suddenly notice Fred looking at me subtly, once i look back he quickly turns his head away. Huh, strange.. He's never acted like this before.

"What's up Fred? I say, scooching forward to get a better view of his face.

"O-oh! nothing! Don't worry about it y/n!" He's says, frantically. "Actually, i was wondering if you're going to the party in Gryffindor dorm? Its next week and it would be could if you would show up!" He says

"hm..", I'm not too sure if i would be welcomed seeing as I'm not a Gryffindor(Ignore this if you are). Maybe i should go, it could be fun! "maybe, ill think about it" I say, smiling at him.

He furrows his eyebrows "Okay fine, but you better give me an answer soon."

A few days later as i'm sitting outside reading, I hear something behind me. But before i could turn around, something grabs me by the shoulders.

"BOO!" I hear someone say and i jump in fear. I turn around to see... Fred. Of course.

"Not funny! I could of had a heart attack and died!" I say, unable to bite back my smile.

"oh noooo, darn" He says sarcastically as he sits besides me. Then he subtly scoots away a few inches I wonder what that's about?

"How caring." I sarcastically, smiling and looking into his eyes. I notice he's looking anywhere but my eyes, but i don't say anything. There he goes, acting odd again.

"Soooo, have you made up your mind about the party?" He says excitedly.

I smile, i've always loved seeing him get excited about hings, and how could i say no to that face. "Alright, fine. Ill go, as long as you don't leave me in a random corner not talking to anybody." I say, half-joking.

"I would never! i, am the most noble of all knights" He says in a joking tone with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Yeah sure you are, prince charming" I say, trying to hold back a small laugh. I notice a weird reaction from him when i called him that, and his face is getting redder? Maybe he's getting a sunburn, i don't know how gingers work.

On the night of the party I start to get ready, getting in my favorite outfit and heading to the Gryffindor common room. I look and see people all around with red solo cups and the dim lighting. Am.. am i late? I thought it started at 9, I look at my phone to see the time is 11:30. Ah, so i am. Whoops

I look around to see Fred and George, both chugging down punch from the punch bowl, i hope that's not spiked. I walk over to them and Fred quickly notices, stopping what he's doing to look at me.

"Y/N!!! HIIIII!!" He says excitedly, and very very loud. "Where were you!??? I wass looking everywhere but *HICCUP* couldn't find you!!" He says, slurring his word.

The punch was definitely spiked.

"Oh sorry Fred, I was late. But- are you okay?" I say, concern all over my face. He shakes his head as a no, then stops to think, then shakes his head yes. "W-what??" I say, very confused.

"Watcha doin?" He's says, giving me a cute little goofy smile.

"Ok, i'm getting you out of here you look like you're gonna fall over any second now." I say, sternly. I then grab his hand and start leading him.

I look behind me to make sure he's okay and see him staring at me with an odd expression. "Uh, whatcha looking at buddy?" I say softly.

"y-youre prettyy" He says giggling a bit. That's just the drink talking, i'm sure. I'm not his type, right?

I decide to go to astronomy tower, he plops down onto the floor looking at me, I start laughing a bit, seeing him like this is so weird. But either way, i decide to join him and sit next to him.

"Hhheyy y/n. ynow you're really really pretty. I like looking at your face" He slurrs, with a goofy smile on his face.

"I'm sure that's just the alcohol talking, Fred." I say, looking into my lap.

"But its not," He starts "I do think you're super prettyy! I really really really like you!" He says, extenuating the last really. "You're so sweet and funny, and you always laugh at my jokes! Even when they suck!" He says, lifting my chin to look at him.

I quickly become flustered at, well, everything that's going on right now! "s-so, you like like me?" I quietly say in a questioning tone.

"mmhm!" He hums " I always have! I was just afraid you wouldn't like me back..." He says, being a bit quieter at the last part. "I mean, you're so awesome! you deserve so much more than me. You deserve someone like c-" I cut him off, pulling him into a quick kiss.

It only lasted a second or two, but mage a huge impact

"you dummy, i've liked you since, well forever!" I say, still blushing, matching him. He looks at me, smiling.

We quietly hold hands, in a comfortable silence, looking at the stars.

I hope you enjoyed this! it was fun to write!

I think i may have wrote a bit too much but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

I am still currently taking requests and would love to hear your prompts!

#fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter #fred weasley x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley #fred wealsey fic #mutual pining #romance #drunk #drunk confessions

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reverie-starlight · 2 years ago

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congrats on 200 followers! for your event, may I request atsumu + talk too much by coin? 🫶

Thank you sm anon, ofc you can!! and I’m SOOOO sorry for the long wait, I got so busy whenever I thought I had a chance to write. so here it is now!! I hope you enjoy!!

YOUR MIND. I LOVE THIS SONG (I’ve actually always personally associated it with kuroo so it was fun to use it with atsumu!! it definitely fits him.)

gn!reader, fluff, pretty suggestive?? lots of kissing.

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you know i talk too much so honey come put your lips on mine and shut me up // stay cool it’s just a kiss // oh why you gotta be so talkative // we talk too much

you talked a lot. that was something atsumu had come to know about you over the years of being your friend. and he didn’t find it annoying, but rather endearing. he loved to hear you ramble about whatever was on your mind.

you did it a lot when you were nervous, he noticed. you had done it when he asked you out for the first time, you did it just before being formally introduced to his family as his partner, you did it when he asked you to move in with him...

you also liked to ramble when you were happy, or excited, or reminded of something from your childhood.

atsumu knew when to put the rambles to an end if he saw you were getting a little too worked up, of course. but so long as you weren’t spiraling, he let you go on and listened with a smile on his face.

but sometimes he was in the mood for some physical affection and you just weren’t getting the hint.

thankfully he knew how to put them to an end as well.

the two of you were on the couch, tangled together. you had an excited look on your face as you spoke in an extremely animated fashion. poor atsumu had been trying to get your attention for the past ten minutes and he was starting to get impatient. you were ranting to him about an online audio series you were into and one of your theories on your favourite storyline.

normally he would have let you kept going for as long as you needed, but he was a man on a mission.

so far he had tried playing with the hem of your shirt, kissing your cheek, squeezing your hip, but nothing seemed to be working.

finally, he decided to use a bit more force. he sat the both of you up on the sofa and wrapped his arms around your waist. you were used to him moving around and carrying you by now, so you continued what you were saying.

“and i even thought that maybe it was, like, a time loop situation and he just hadn’t figured it out, but as it so happens, he was actually aware the whole time, and they were unaware that they’ve been there before. isn’t that crazy?”

he kissed your cheek. “mhmm,”

“the whole thing actually makes me want to start reading this one book it reminds me of...”

as you continued, he started kissing along your neck. your breath hitched a little and he smiled against your jaw. he continued going down until he got to your shoulder. he ran a hand under your shirt and you finally took notice of what he was doing.

you took his head in your hands and brought him up to look at you. “atsumu, how many times have i told you to stop me if i’m getting ann-” he cut you off with a proper kiss before you could finish that sentence.

you gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck. just as you were getting into it, he pulled away and you whined. his forehead was pressed against yours and his eyes were narrowed.

“you’re never annoying, i’m just feeling incredibly needy right now, sweetheart.” his thumb ran along the skin of your side and you shivered. “besides, i did stop you, didn’t i? just like you asked. isn’t this method a lot more fun than talking over you?”

you shifted a bit on top of him and he held your hips. “i think we’re talking too much, right now, ‘tsumu.”

“you’re right, baby, we should fix that.”

and then he went back to kissing you, finally achieving what he set out to do.

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look away, avert your eyes, don’t look at me, just enjoy the fic, and appreciate that i tried something new at the end, okay? i love him a completely normal amount. sorry if it feels rushed, it’s not fully edited yet, pls lmk if there are major mistakes!! <3

#reverie's 200 follower event <3 #atsumu x reader fluff #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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nnnyxie · 1 year ago

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i was wondering if you could make headcanons of the haikyuu girls’ (kiyoko, miwa kageyama, michimiya, and maybe yachi) reaction to the reader writing her first novel 🤭

OMGOMGOMG I LOVE THIS IDEA

(also my first req from you?! heheh)

shimizu kiyoko ;

omg she’s so so so supportive of you

okay so. let’s say you’re writing a crime novel— at this point in time, she doesn’t know that you’re writing one.

one day, she walks into your office to see you researching murders, murderers, and how they got away with their crimes for so long.

she knows that you’re into true crime and things of the sort, so she brushes it off!! she’s kinda like ‘eh okay, that’s normal’

but, it’s when she sees you acting out a murder with your figurines, that she gets concerned. (plsss she just wanted to bring you food)

anyways, she questioned you about it and the embarrassment you experienced was unbelievable.

you had to explain that you were figuring out some stuff for the novel you’re writing and it all just— clicked for her.

OH and if you ask— she’ll give you pointers and correct any grammar or spelling mistakes you might have (i just KNOW she’s a pro at literature).

kageyama miwa ;

she puts her ALL into supporting you!!!!!!!

you’re writing (drum roll) an adventure/sci-fi novel!!! (because i feel like she’d like those, can’t tell me otherwise bye!) maybe it’s something like journey to the center of the earth?? city of ember???

you guys have movie nights together!! and usually your pick of genre is WIDE but recently it’s been strictly adventure/sci-fi— which she’s not mad about!! just curious!

when you’re scrolling through a streaming app, she asks about why you’re choosing just adventure and sci-fi.

at first, you didn’t wanna tell her cause you wanted it to be a surprised!! but she pulls it out of you with her charm (aka you broke bc you’re bad at keeping secrets)

she’s so excited for it!! she’s excited for you!!!

she’s always asking questions about how it’s going and always asks about your characters!! (and when she finds out you based one off of her she’s just so happy)

she’ll ask to read snippets here and there but ultimately she just lets you work until you’re ready for her to read!!

michimiya yui ;

giggles, blushes, twirls hair… she’s your number one supporter!!! the first to buy your book in ALL forms. (also, i never thought of writing for her— how stupid am i for that???)

soooo you’re writing a coming of age story!! maybe something based on your own experiences??

lets sayyy… you had some diaries or journals when you were a teenager and you dug DEEP in your closet to find them— which made her very curious.

she kinda lets it go for a bit until you’re nearly tearing up your closet to find this specific journal. then she’s just like ‘wtf are you doing?’

when you tell her you’re working on a novel— she’s so happy about it!!

she loves to support you in any way she can!! she offers to be your beta reader and who are you to deny her of such things???

she’ll give you pointers and find any plot holes there may be in your story!!

yachi hitoka ;

this absolutely cutie <3 she’s your biggest supporter and motivator!!

wanna know what you’re writing? fantasy. (because she’d love that and i love her) maybe something that’s like where the wild things are?? or over the garden wall??? (pls i love otgw)

anyways— she’s starting to notice that you’re always on your computer nowadays and sometimes you accidentally ignore her.

she’s a non-confrontational person but, she works up all the courage to talk to you about this— and i’ll be so real with you, she cries before a single word comes out. (just like me fr)

god the utter fear that rushes through you— you thought she was dying or smthn!! she starts talking while she’s crying and THANKFULLY you’re able to piece together what she’s saying.

when you explain to her that you’re writing a novel, she feels so much relief (and embarrassment tbh)

now we know this girl is smart, it’s canon!! so you ask her for some help with grammar, sentence setups, etc!! and she’s very happy to help!!!

pls i hope this was good

(my writer’s block has been slowly leaving!!)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #shimizu kiyoko #kageyama miwa #michimiya yui #yachi hitoka #hq x reader #hq headcanons #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎

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helloescapist · 1 year ago

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OOOOOH I can't wait to read a fluff story of Shinobu x Reader from you !!!

"not at all an obvious excuse to make more" 😳👀

Awww thank you! 🥹I have a shamelessly large amount of fluff prompts and ideas stored away for a rainy... or really, as the mood or requests hits me.

And I really do seize any moment to write for overlooked characters like Shinobu. Soooo...

Welcome Home | Shinobu Kocho

Setting: Shinobu Kocho x gn!reader

Content Warning: none 🐛 just a SFW short

Summary: there's nothing like coming home after a long day of work to a bed, and snuggles.

[art is not mine]

Your bones felt weary as your fingertips tugged at the buttons of your uniform. The fatigue of a long week worn across your features, the long hours of the night beginning to take their toll. The faint shades that had begun to blossom beneath your eyes met with the stifle of a yawn, Kocho would scold you when she found out. Having arrived home in the dead of night, far later than you had expected. The Butterfly Mansion was sirene in it's silence, absent from the usual rush of kakushi that frequented the care of patients. The younger occupants had likely turned in for the night, seizing the rare moment of peace. You couldn't blame them though the small corner of your heart felt saddened not to be greeted by the excitable trio, but given the late hour, it was ultimately for the best. Aoi would never forgive you if you offered their sweet treats at this hour of the night. Procuring the satchel from your pocket, and leaving it at the genkan. Carefully placed at the entrance before their shoes, confident that they would locate it in the morning. Though you savored the sweet silence as you followed the path to your shared bedroom, it was so rare to have such a moment. The giddy thought of an intimate moment shared between the bedding, only allowing yourself but a second to mourn not being greeted upon your arrival-- she would afterall, be in your bed. Curled into bedding, plush fabric that bore the signia of the insect pillar, her dark hair fell in ribbons over her shoulder. Her night wear flushed of moonlight as the peek of pink that tickled her nose. Nipped from the cold, aware of your absence at her side. The small touch of a smile peeked over the pages of a medical book, Shinobu's amethyst eyes greeted you with the flip of a page. Hummed her welcome, allowing you the necessary time to strip from your uniform, to toss the work day from your side. From your mind. Muffle a yawn, her silence, a welcome moment of peace. Of safety. The fatigue that crashed your bones. Folded you into the bedding that bid your embrace. Curled against her shoulder. The scent of wisteria from her various concoctions welcoming and comforting as the way she welcomed the nuzzle against her throat. The press of your nose against her throat, your head rested upon her shoulder. Warmed by the embrace of the liver, savoring the quiet of the night, taking only a moment to whisper, "I'm home." "Welcome home," she hummed in return resting her cheek against your hair. Peace finally residing in the Insect Pillar's heart. Never truly willing to admit that your late arrival home and left her unsettled and anxious. It was only when your breath fell into shallow huffs, delicate as the breath of life that linger on her skin. Savored the touch of your scent upon her night gown. Carefully marking her page amongst the medical text. Tomorrow, tomorrow she would review what she had read. Shinobu was all too aware that her thoughts had not lingered on the page, nor had the information been absorbed. Far too nervous that perhaps, this would be the night in which you would not return to her side. Delicately wrapping her fingers to your side. Shifting you to the comfort fold at her breast. Abandoning the book to her side, embracing your slipping form secured by blankets she tucked you into her heart. The safety of your scent beckoning her, allowing the sigh of relief to escape her form. To release the fears that had plagued her soul, savoring this moment of her lover pressed into her. Your forehead met to her collarbone, her fingers toying with strands of hair. The patter of your heart soothing the frays of her mind. Your fingers clasped at her kimono, curling around her. Captivating. The slow gasps of sleep, of exhaustion warmed into her bones. Safe. Alive. "Welcome home, my love."

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kocho #🍡tsuyospeaks #kny x reader

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onthegoodsideofthings · 30 days ago

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N/A MHA Fic! It’s a hawks x reader!!

here’s this lovely piece of work I made a bit ago- just kinda show case my writing!! It’s kinda long? So snuggle up babes!! <3 (Reader is female I’m sorry 😞) she is a bit of a pic me- IM SORRY! I promise that I write SOOOO much better now- I wrote it about 2 years ago and am still proud of it! So~ enjoy!

It’s graduation day! The day every UA student looks forward to. Today Y/N was even more excited because she was the one making the opening speech, she had been practicing this speech for a whole year. Knowing deep in her heart she would be the one making it, she was right!

She smiles at herself in the mirror, running her hand through her hair. She always wanted to look her best but today she needed to look her best. Her whole family was going to be there, sure it was just her Grandmother and Uncle but they were still people she wanted to impress. (Though she has already impressed them enough for two lifetimes.) Y/N sighs, her palms start to sweat and her stomach twists in nots.

She wanted this to be perfect. She really needed it to be perfect. She looks over at her desk, taking her paper, which she knows like the back of her hand. Taking a few more breaths she exits her room. The first person she sees is her Uncle who had the biggest grin on his face.

“There’s my girl!” He hugs her she was startled at first because he never really liked hugs but it is a special occasion.

“Uncle Mike!” She grins. Finally hugging him back they stay like that for a moment, she swears he didn’t want to let go, but eventually he does.

”Are you excited Sugar Pea?”

”you know it!” She exclaimed. She then sighs.

”Well, I’m also really nervous…this speech has to be perfect.”

“It’s already perfect Sugar Pea, you’re the one saying it.” He says sincerely. Looking her in the eyes. She wants to cry, not because she’s sad but because it made her happy to know he already knew she was going to do well. But she didn’t want to ruin her mascara. So she just smiled and hugged him again.

“Thanks Uncle Mike.”

“Anytime Sugar Pea, oh hey before I forget me and Ma’ got you something, it’s in the kitchen.”

“You didn’t have to-“

“We wanted to, you’re leaving soon and we won’t see you no more’ and well’ we just…go check it out for yoursel’ I’ll be right behin’ you.”

She smiles and nods as she looks over her shoulder and checks out the kitchen her grandmother was in there already waiting for her.

“Ma!” Y/N smiles at her running over to give her a hug.

“Nice to see you to my little sugar snap.” Her grandmother (Sueue) says happily. Her voice low and rough but still warm and kind.

“Here for you.” She hands Y/N a box. Y/N looks at it carefully studying the paper, it was wrapped neatly and was red in colour. It was topped in a white bow. She than slides the bow off after thanking her Grandmother. She lifts the lid and in it was three things. An envelope, a scrapbook and…car keys?!?!?

“Wh…what’s all this for?” Y/N asks this wasn’t a little something like she thought.

“Look at the scrapbook first than read what’s in the envelope.”

Y/N looks at the scrapbook. It was beautiful to look at. It was white and covered in roses. They were painted on. She looks at her Grandmother who just nods and Y/N looks down and gently opens the book. It had pictures of all there fun times together. From when she first go her quirk ‘Shadow manipulation’ to just a few days ago when they celebrated her graduation.

“This…this is beautiful thank you.” She says warmly, letting a few tears fall.

“That’s not the best part, read the envelope.” Her grandmother says wiping her tears.

Y/N nods and picks up the envelope. When she does her uncle starts to record.

“What are you doing Uncle Mike?” She asks him.

“Capturing the best moment of your life.”

She just laughs and rolls her eyes playfully. She opens the envelope, it rips slightly but the contents inside seemed fine. Inside there was a note and a single ticket to Kyushu. She looks confused so she reads the letter.

Dear Y/N L/N,

I would like to be one of the first people to congratulate you. You are going to intern under me, the winged hero: Hawks. Now on this letter I have attached a ticket so you can come over to Kyushu and stay with me for the time being before you become a pro hero like me. When you get off the plane I’ll be waiting. You are going to be my first intern and I know you’ll do well. If you have any questions then please call me my number is at the bottom of this page.

PS. Tell your Grandmother and Uncle I say hello. I gave them this letter…or we’ll I’m going to but…you know what I mean.

PSS. Here’s my number; (XXX)-XXX-XXXX

-Hawks.

Y/N laughs softly to the ending of the note that’s when she realized it. She got excepted. She got excepted. She jumps up and hugs her caretakers.

“Hawks says hello!” She says doing what the note says. They smile fondly at her.

“My dear this key is to a car in Kyushu, please do be careful. It’s with hawks. He bought it for you so you could get to place to place. Y/N we are so proud of you and can’t wait to see you do amazing things. Please don’t ever change. We hope that this will help give you a push to go Plus Ultra! And do call us! We want to hear from you sometim-“ Y/N hugged her Grandmother tightly.

“I will call you every single day, before I eat. Or I’ll text if it’s late…just…thank you both so much for all you have done for me. I love you both.” Y/N says teary eyed. She smiles and stands up straight.

“I’ll see you at the ceremony I have to go now. I love you.”

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She could hear the principle make his speech. She heard the applause as he finished his speech and welcomed her on stage. She nervously walked onto the stage her hands sweeting as she fiddled with her note cards. She places them down in front of herself. She takes a deep breath.

“Good-“ There’s a loud feedback from the microphone. She becomes embarrassed. Clearing her throat she then starts again.

“Good morning, I’m Y/N your valedictorian! I am so excited to say CONGRATS! We did it! All of that hard work was worth it. In this speech I wanted to talk about a teacher who has inspired me so so much. The true love of my life, Aizawa Sensei-“ She says than all can be heard from the crowd is him yelling ‘No I’m not.’ She laughs and continues on.

“He totally is and we all know it…ok no but seriously. Aizawa Sensei has been the best teacher ever. I have always looked up to him, he has been my inspiration for as long as I can remember. My hero costume was inspired by him too. And he has always pushed me to go Plus Ultra! And he is one of my biggest supporters even if he insists he’s not. He was the one who told me I could go to any agency, do anything I wanted and he would be there to help me. so thank you.” She says trying not to cry. She then sighs and takes a deep breath.

“I would also like to thank my grandmother and my uncle Mike. They have been here for me since I was 7. They have done everything they could to help me. They love me and always wanted me to be happy. They motivated me so much, they told me I could do anything. Which leads me to what I want to tell all of you. You, yes all of you, can do anything. You have just graduated from the top hero school in all of Japan. You all are smart, strong, capable and more gifted than anyone knows. Whether or not you are in the hero course or the Support team, or anything in between. You all have achieved amazing things these last four years. And I want to be the first one who personally says that I hope the rest of your life is fulfilling and all that you ever wanted. And all that you need. When we walk out those doors don’t ever forget to dream big, work hard, and go…PLUS ULTRA!!” Y/N says thrusting her fist in the air. And then the whole stadium erupted in applause, and lots of ‘Let’s all go Plus Ultra!!!’ Y/N smiled so bright as she waved to her peers. Principal Nezu thanked her and went back on the podium and Y/N walked off and sat down. Now to wait. She was so excited. She couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

-Prologue end-

Chapter 1

Moving out was difficult. She stretched hearing her back pop. She sighs as she puts her hands on her hips. She shuts the back of the moving truck. She smiles at her Grandmother and Uncle. She gets in her uncles car after she says goodbye to her grandmother. She was excited but nervous. She was going to live with Hawks. She also felt kinda embarrassed. Living with him. Right now he was the “hero heart throb” quickly rising in popularity. She didn’t understand why she was even picked. It didn’t seem like he wanted to intern people her age (despite the fact she was only 2 years younger.) but she shakes her head. ‘This is an amazing opportunity! I need to think positively! Maybe he thinks you might be a good sidekick for him..’ She nods to herself. Her uncle laughs.

“Sugar Pea what in the world is going on in that brain of yours?” He ruffles her hair to which she shoots him a glare and tries to fix it.

“Nothing just thinking, this will be so…I don’t know different? I’m just a little nervous.”

“Aww my little sugar pea is growing up-“ He laughs. She just sighs.

“But that’s totally normal. I was nervous to when I first moved out, I was all alone in this big world, and although our dreams are different I felt in the same boat as you.” He says tapping the steering wheel.

“I was offered this really good internship at Waas”

“What’s that?” She cuts off.

“It was an engineering company. See I want to the best hero school in America. But as a support student. You know. I do like messing with things.” He laughs.

“Anyway, I was offered a really good internship there, fully paid, housing, the whole thing. And it was a great opportunity! And I learned a lot. Sugar Pea, I want you to look at the opportunity you have been given’ and make it a learning experience. But also a good opportunity to truly show the world how amazing you are.” He says patting her head as he keeps his eyes on the road. She just smiles.

“Thanks Uncle Mike….I’ll keep that in mind.”

—

If she thought boarding the plane was hectic she had another thing coming when she got off. Not only was her bag almost impossible to find for some stupid reason. Hawks was also true to his word and came to pick her up…and when people saw him it was like…let’s say they didn’t go home together. She met him at his apartment. To which he apologized profusely. (Aka like 3 times.)

“Uh…sorry about that, I wanted to give you the run down when I saw you but uh…it seems my fans really missed me.” He says chuckling. Although he hid it well it seemed to her he wasn’t actually sure what to do in this situation, sure it was just an internship, but most interns don’t end up living with the hero they are training under. She ends up not mentioning it.

“It’s alright really, you are the “hero heart throb” right? Can’t blame you for that.” She says lifting her bag. He seems to understand the subtle hint that she wants to go inside.

“Here I’ll take this-“ He grabs her bag and opens the door. “Follow me.” He says walking up the stairs. She quickly follows behind.

“You know I could have taken that?” She says climbing up the stairs.

“I know, but what kind of host would I be if I didn’t help you with your bag.” He says with a soft chuckle. She hated to admit it but it was kinda cute. She just rolls her eyes.

“Ok Mr. Host if you say so.” She stops next to him as he goes and unlocks his apartment. Inside it’s nice and spacious. It’s slightly cluttered but that’s not super off putting. She makes a mental note to help clean up later.

“It’s not the best but it’s home, there is an extra room for you, we will have to share a bathroom though. Don’t worry it’s just temporary. It will be about 6 months before I can properly get a building for my hero agency…” He says putting down her bag by his couch. It was a nice white couch. She can’t help but think that was a poor couch color choice. Looks like she can’t eat on the couch.

“It’s nice! And I don’t mind really I’m just grateful for all you have done for me. You literally bought me a car I can’t complain!” She was really grateful for all he has done for her, so sharing a space for a little bit didn’t seem to bad.

“I’m glad you like it, here let me give you the grand tour of the place.” He says his hands in his pockets.

“Ooo! Can we see the kitchen first?!”

Name: Y/N L/N

Hero name: Obsidian.* (This is a nod to Obsy in Changing history not my own idea! But I really wanted to mention her in some way after all she is part of CH MC.)

Age: 18.

Quirk: Shadow Manipulation.

Personality: Y/N is head strong and bold. She’s not afraid to say what she thinks. She is loyal to a fault. Not exactly outgoing but definitely social.

She sighs as she starts to unpack her suitcase. Her Uncle won’t be here with the rest of her stuff till Wednesday. And now she’s regretting not having brought her lotions. She takes out some of her clothes and uses the hangers that are in her closet. She hangs them nicely. Pushing them to the left of her closet. She has a pair of slippers she takes out and places near her bed and a pair of pajamas. She normally wore things like a baggy T-shirt to bed but she couldn’t do that here. So she made sure to have a cute shortsleeved pajama shirt and soft pants to go with it. Comfort is comport. She walks over to her door and locks it. Better be safe than sorry. Then she changes. Feeling too lazy for her skin care routine (and the fact she hasn’t unpacked that yet because the box is with her uncle.) she just brushes her hair instead. She unlocks her door and walks out towards the kitchen smelling Chinese food.

“You bought dinner?” She says leaning on the door frame. He just shrugs.

“Yeah. I wasn’t sure what you wanted but I got you some if you want.” He says holding the bag of food up so she could grab it from him. She says thanks and puts it down on the counter and looks through the bag and to her surprise her favorite kind of Chinese food was in there. She internally has a little victory. She takes it and thanks him again. He gets his food and sits at his table.

“You can join me you know, standing can’t be the most relaxing way to enjoy your food.” He says with food in his mouth. She cringes slightly. “Don’t talk with your mouthful!…but I will join you at the table.” She says getting her things and places them on the table. She nearly trips on her chair as she tries to sit in it. She hoped he didn’t see. He saw and laughed nearly choking on his food. It was a contagious laugh and even though she was embarrassed and telling him to knock it off she laughed too.

—

Her Uncle looks at her and smiles. He has glossy eyes and a bitter sweet look on his face as he puts down her last box in her room.

“That’s all of them Sugar Pea.”

She thanks him. She starts to cry and hugs him to which her hugs back. He starts to cry to. “I’ll miss you Uncle.” She says in full honesty. She doesn’t actually remember what it was like to be without her Uncle and her Grandmother for a long period of time. She had never actually been away for a long time. She was with them since she was 7 and she hardly ever left there side except for when it was time for school.

“Oh…my beloved Sugar Pea. I’m so, so proud of you. Don’t cry, I know that you will do so well here! And you can always visit us.” It felt like he was saying some of this to himself. He lets her go from the hug. “Are you sure you don’t need anymore help?” He asks, she shakes her head. She knows he had work tomorrow and doesn’t want to keep him so far from home when he needed to get to work bright and early.

“No Uncle don’t worry! I have it from here. Do you want to stay for dinner it’s just leftovers though.“ She asks though she has a strong feeling he’ll say he can’t because he is the kind of person who doesn’t want to intrude.

“Nah don’t worry Sugar Pea I just want to make sure you’re going to be ok.” She just nods “Hawks is out right now but I’m sure he can help me later if I need anything.” He Uncle looks at her and nods a small ‘ok’ after a little bit he says goodbye and gives her one last hug.

“Come by and visit. Please. We love you.” He gives her a kiss on the forehead, picks up his keys and gives her shoulder one last squeeze and leaves.

—end of chapter 1—

(For the peeps that made it this far! Thanks for reading!! I hope you enjoyed yourself here!!)

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